There are many reasons to admire Stephen Fry, but none greater than his love of language. Here he makes the points that language is more than just words and meaning and that put in certain orders, they take on a life of their own to become something to luxuriate and get lost in, to enflame the passions and arouse the mind, to seduce, excite, anger and calm. Words, in certain orders, are more sensual than any sight or sound can be, because they get inside your head and fuck with it. Certain words, in certain orders, invite your imagination to roll around and get dirty, as Mr. Fry puts it here, “for the sound-sex of it.” Can there be anything better than that?