The Real Theater Of The Sex War

Sex For Many Has Become A Sorry Business, A Mechanical Release Involving Neither Discovery Nor Triumph, Stressing Human Isolation More Dishearte-ingly Than Ever Before.

If A Woman Never Lets Herself Go, How Will She Ever Know How Far She Might Have Got?

Evolution Is What It Is. The Upper Classes Have Always Died Out; It's One Of The Most Charming Things About Them.

The Treatment For Jaded Sensibilities Is Not To Shatter Them, After All.

We Still Make Love To Organs And Not People; That So Far From Realising That People Are Never More Idiosyncratic, Never More Totally There When They Make Love, We Re Never More Incommunicative, Never More Alone.