–Most men never live, you know. They accept without thinking the flesh on their bones, the brain in their heads, the series of things that happen to them. When they rebel it is in sterotyped motions that replace one dead system with another. Some of them store up enough desire and will for a few moments of glorious surrender; if they time this investment correctly they may even earn the love of another human being.

–A woman, you mean?

–I suppose. I don’t know about women. You might be different. I just know I can’t be like that. Any more is what I mean. I can’t let myself love half-assed, and that’s why I