I rehearsed once again in my mind exactly how I would go about making love, 
changing some details, tossing in a few improvements, and I practiced making 
ecstatic cries. I'd never made love before and had never cried out in an ecstatic 
way (except one Christmas when I got a Lionel train, but "Oh, boy, thanks, 
Mom and Dad" was wrong for sex) and I wanted to do it right.
	--Garrison Keillor, 'Who Do You Think You Are?'