Before a caress has had time to cool, a strenuous revulsion seizes me: I long to return to my old lonely ascetic hermit life; to my dry books; my Socialist propagandism; my voyage of discovery through the wilderness of thought.

I married in an insane fit of belief that I had a share of the natural affection which carries other men through lifetimes of matrimony.

Already I am undeceived.

You are to me the loveliest woman in the world.

Well, for five weeks I have walked and tallied and dallied with the loveliest woman in the world, and the upshot is that I am flying from her, and am for a hermit's cave until I die.