It's (sort of) still daylight outside, the birds are singing and it feels like

[Sir C]

I always forget, is it you or Berni who has some weird moral objection to w*nking? I think it must be you, as I recall Berni admitting the first thing he did after his ball was lopped off was bash one out to check everything was still in working order.

Good Lord, I have no moral objection to the act of beastliness; it is simply a matter of dignity.

I should never be able to look myself in the face again after such a sordid episode.