I’ve recently started reading the novel “”Where My Heart Used To Beat” by Sebastian Faulks, the author best-known for his earlier work “Birdsong”. On the first page, the narrator states: “I supposed I’d say I was a voluptuary, someone who had seen it all …”
The word ‘voluptuary’ was new to me, so I looked it up. It is defined as “a person devoted to luxury and sensual pleasure”. Not me at all.