meditation in the bookshop at the newbridge silverware cafe

How strange that Leopold Sacher Masoch, the author of Venus In Furs, should have, through the modest controversialism of his work, leant his name to that treasure trove of culture which is the English language.
And how doubly strange, that posterity in choosing to attribute this name to the particularly infantile sensualities celebrated in his book, should have opted to use Masoch instead of Sacher.
Sack-ism makes much more sense than Masochism.
And Sado Sackism would have spoken for itself.