To Increase Desires To An Unbearable Level

I Don't Like This World. I Definitely Do Not Like It. The Society In Which I Live Disgusts Me; Advertising Sickens Me; Computers Make Me Puke.

Anything Can Happen In Life, Especially Nothing.

I Think She Is Going To Find You Too Old... Yes That Was It, The Moment She Said It I Knew It Was True, And The Revelation Caused Me No Surprise, It Was Like The Echo Of A Dull, Not Unexpected Shock. The Age Difference Was The Last Taboo, The Final Limit, All The Stronger For The Fact That It Remained The Last And Had Replaced All The Others. In The Modern World You Could Be A Swinger, Bi, Trans, Zoo Into S&m, But It Was Forbidden To Be Old.

People Are Suspicious Of Single Men On Vacation, After They Get To A Certain Age: They Assume That They're Selfish, And Probably A Bit Pervy. I Can't Say They're Wrong.

This Progressive Effacement Of Human Relationships Is Not Without Certain Problems For The Novel. How, In Point Of Fact, Would One Handle The Narration Of Those Unbridled Passions, Stretching Over Many Years, And At Times Making Their Effect Felt On Several Generations? We’re A Long Way From Wuthering Heights, To Say The Least. The Novel Form Is Not Conceived For Depicting Indifference Or Nothingness; A Flatter, More Terse, And Dreary Discourse Would Need To Be Invented.