“Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine—good God how fine. It went down soft pulpy, slushy, oozy—all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large beatified Strawberry.”
Inspired by a letter the poet John Keats wrote to his friend Charles Wentworth Dilke, The Nectarine is a series mini-meditations on pleasure I share semi-regularly via email.