28/41 We marry because we are "pals." The sex is a rather nasty fiasco. We keep up a pretense of "pals"-- and nice love. Sex spins wilder in the head than ever. There is either a family of children whom the dissatisfied parents can devote themselves to, thereby perverting the miserable little creatures: or else there is a divorce. And at the great dynamic centers nothing has happened at all. |