"One can't stay on the straight and narrow path for ever." He found the woman at home and had a miserable time.

She was a buxom brunette with festive eyes and the teeth of a wolf.

An expert, she could, in a few seconds, drain one's marrow, granulate the lungs, and demolish the loins.
She chid him for having been away so long, then cajoled him and kissed him.

He felt pathetic, listless, out of breath, out of place, for he had no genuine desires.

He finally flung himself on a couch and, enervated to the point of crying, he went through the back-breaking motions mechanically, like a dredge.
Never had he so execrated the flesh, never had he felt such repugnance and lassitude, as when he issued from that room.