The World Outside Had Its Own Rules,

Tenderness Is A Deeper Instinct Than Seduction, Which Is Why It Is So Hard To Give Up Hope.

In Reality, The Monotheist Texts Preach Neither Peace, Love Nor Tolerance. They Are Texts Of Hate.

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.

Not Having Anything Around To Read Is Dangerous: You Have To Content Yourself With Life Itself, And That Can Lead You To Take Risks.

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.