Beautiful lenses. All technicalities aside. Hold one in your hand. You will feel the urge to own them. It is just like holding a petite, nubile young girl's hands. The warmth and the kind of assurance that it transmit onto your palm, brings a feeling of possession and domination. As you hold it up against the light to marvel at its beauty, much the same you would gaze at a young girl's face for her flawless and smooth complexion. There is nothing but a sense of admiration and love. As you move to insert the lens into your body, it is like running your finger around a young girl's lips. You can feel the excitement and breath. As you sqeeze the shutter, the squeak of the girl is so refreshing. The image is so rich and intense. Every shot is so delightful and unforgettable that you crave for more. It is an addiction, a desire of not wanting to be left behind.
Jack would know how precious these little things are. It is hard to resists