(1) I'd already grasped the basics, thanks to the joyous, posh fucking in Jilly Cooper 's Riders and Rivals – generally very useful, albeit they made me believe champagne was an absolutely necessary part of copulation: either drunk, deployed in blow jobs, or just sprayed all over some hot nymphet splayed on a bed, who clearly didn't share a bunk bed with her sister, or have to worry about her only pyjamas (polyester, BHS, with a fetching teddy-bear print) having to be put in the wash afterwards.
(2) He is a scholar of comparative literature, as well as a judge of nymphets.