Frank Harris is one of America's literary luminaries, and whether you consider him a Walter Mittyesque fantasist or a man who wrote just as he lived, there is no doubt that he had a very extraordinary life indeed. In Volume II of his work he recounts with unrestrained abandon his literary tour of Europe, surrounding himself with poets and scholars, Lords and Princes. And at every border how he falls head over heels in lust with a bevy of naive but eager nymphets. Whether it be Bavarian beauties, English roses, Greek damsels, or French debutantes. Lisette, Jeanne, Mary, and Lisette are about to discover that Mr Harris is a very cunning linguist indeed. Mixing historical fact with a sprinkling of artistic license, Frank Harris paints a romantic picture of late nineteenth century romantic Europe, where art and philosophy dance hand and hand, while poetry plays a merry enticement of the heart. Between rubbing shoulders with figures such as Alfred Tennyson, Lord Wolseley, Princes of Monte Carlo, and starlets of the stage, Frank regales us in the wildest of ruttings and the most scandalous of seductions in a wonderfully graphic prose that bounds along at the insatiable pace of its protagonist and author.