On one occasion, the Buddha said to the monks this:
"No other form do I know, O monks, that so persists in obsessing the mind of a man as the form of a woman. The form of a woman persists in obsessing the mind of a man.
I see what you mean by this going around and around and a - roundy roundy roundy round thing. Hell, you must be in the 3rd circle of er hell by now. And thanks for all your descriptions - how much? And will someone turn that bloody hell checker off for Dante's sake.