I find it important to read a classic every now and then, and this certainly was one that should be read, at least by anyone writing explicit fanfic today. For starters, it has a rather beautiful 164 word sentence describing the nether regions of a gentleman, and that in itself is an accomplishment. There's a lot of sex, and oddly enough it doesn't get as monotonous as you'd think. The main character goes through men and decadence with such ease that you end up feeling breathless. And then, just as you've gotten lulled up in the endless penetration and debauchery, the main character witnesses two homosexuals and embarks on an absolutely livid rant on their disgusting and illegal abnormality. It was jarring, but then again I'd perhaps momentarily forgotten that the book was written by a man in the 18th century. Took me a long time to get back to the book and finish it, and whatever little was left was thoroughly tainted by that one sudden rant.