>you will never be young Bertrand Russell at a garden party before the decline of the British aristocracy
>you will never be torn reluctantly away from the logico-mathematical suppositions in your notebook by young revellers to play croquet
>you will never anxiously demonstrate your superior croquet skills to your flabbergasted peers
>you will never watch the hon. chonsey boddington-smythe awkwardly remove her bonnet and smile coquettishly at you while you desperately think of that obscurantist mystic Hegel to combat your growing arousal
>you will never have your arousal compounded by the geometric grace of the croquet mallet in motion
>you will never slip off into the bushes to brusquely but pleasantly deflower the hon. chonsey boddington-smythe
>you will never think of a highly cutting but ultimately polite rebuke to Hegel's mysticism mid-coitus
>the lucid glory of logic fills your mind as you reach orgasm
>tfw
>>9891564
Go back to bed Bertrand
>>9891564
fuck man..
>>9891564
Croquet hoops look DAMN pretty this morning!
FRIGHTFULLY DAMN PRETTY!