I was watching Emmanuelle

“You are beautiful,” he said and poured her, her wine “come let’s drink to the law of the future.” His hair was peppered, but his eyes were sure. She gazed at him for a moment and taking the red hibiscus from her hair, sipped her wine and drank to it.
“I would like to be told what the law was” she’d asked. To this he smiled and said, “It’ll proclaim that only love can help the world,” and he paused looking at her as saw in her deep dark eyes all else sweep away. “This old and lonely earth,” he continued, “That you must make love freely and without shame. That chastity is a lack of generosity, that love should know no limits, that if anyone tries to create any limits, they aren’t official.” He smiled as he had her “To the law of the future” she said, as they both sipped back the wine.


There’s something about the French, their approach to love, huh?