'He wanted more- more- he was insatiable!!'

Rejoice. We have an addition to the body of 100 Demons fics not written by me, which may currently be counted on the fingers of a mutilated right hand.

This from the lovely flo_nelja:

"Quel est au juste l'intérêt?" soupire Ritsu.

Aoarashi le regarde le plus innocemment possible pour un démon-dragon. "Le sake a bon goût, non?"

"Et les chansons paillardes, et grimper aux rideaux?"

"Evidemment, tester toutes les possibilités d'une enveloppe physique!
Les démons immatériels ne peuvent pas altérer leur conscience pour
s'amuser... enfin, pas de façon que tu voudrais savoir."

"C'est mon père que tu ridiculises ainsi !"

"Justement! Il est déjà mort! Aucun risque de maladies!"

Ritsu réprime un geste de colère, et Aoarashi ajoute, avec un grand
sourire désarmant, "Et parce que ça t'embête, aussi."
( Cut for hamhanded translation )

(Title of the entry from an ancient spoof in Mad magazine on blurbs to make dull books interesting. "He wanted more! More! He was insatiable!" was slapped on the Internal Revenue Code.)

Yet I am thankful:

(if my heart were great, 'twould burst at this.)

To have seen Nureyev or Pavarotti in their heyday, you must necessarily now be well into decrepit middle age, and I am. (Very decrepit middle age- structural problems, you know.) But I did. It all balances out.

( And how did I spend yesterday evening? )