Erotic interludes Savor some sensual scribblings. A clavicle man waxes poetic about the virtues of a woman's collarbone. Others gaze, slack-jawed, at long legs that never end. In Japan, the nape of the neck can send a man into rapture.
Painters obsess with abandon over fulsome, pear-shaped bottoms.
I come from a long line of clavicle men. My father was one, as his father before him. During a three-year period, Julius measured the length and angle of some 120 female collarbones, correlating the statistics with a personality test he developed and administered to the subjects while they were naked. By all accounts, he was a bit of a fanatic. Unfortunately, not one copy of Uncle Julius' seminal work on the subject exists.