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I want to live only for ecstasy. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometer. An eclectic mix of ruffled bedsheets, waking up in the morning to sunshine on your pillow, the beckoning lukewarm sea water, jumping off cliffs in an attempt to discover yourself, fogs of occasional nebulous nostalgia — the simple things in life.