I read more Donne because of that, too! Yes. Smokin'. Hotter because they *don't* touch each other. Their little ritual of days on which he proposes and finding the right language for polite request/polite decline. And I love the Viscount, too, when he spills Harriet's meringues.

He's always been my ideal. Oh, and the Bach Double Violin scene. Proverbial GUH!