I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.

I had always believed, and not only out of cynicism, that a man and a woman could tell in the first ten minutes whether they wanted to go to bed together; and that the time that passed after those first ten minutes represented a tax, which might be worth paying if the article promised to be really enjoyable, but which nine times out of ten became rapidly excessive.

For him the tragedy of Homo sapiens is that the least fit to survive breed the most.