If ever I meet Wiggleswick--" "Well ?" "I'll talk to him," said Zora with a fine air of menace.
She, on her side, gave him such of her confidences as were meet for masculine ears.

Naturally she impressed upon him the fact that his sex was abhorrent to her in all its physical, moral, and spiritual manifestations.
Septimus, on thinking the matter over, agreed with her.

Memories came back to him of the men with whom he had been intimate.

His father, the mechanical man who had cogs instead of corpuscles in his blood, Wiggleswick the undesirable, a few rowdy men on his staircase at Cambridge who had led shocking lives--once making a bonfire of his pyjamas and a brand-new umbrella in the middle of the court--and had since come to early and disastrous ends.

His impressions of the sex were distinctly bad.