He has needs that have not been met often or well. Tragically, his muzzle does not allow him to put a human face on his longings, and that makes all the difference. He suffers in near silence, encased in an unbreakable bull's head shell, unable to escape, compelled to go on. You realize his bargain with Theseus was no bargain. The world of this novel seems changeless.
Life is as it always has been.
Guys at work get fired, someone moves and asks the Minotaur to help him lift his stuff, a kitchen accident results in an injury, a dog dies. The boss invites M to dinner at his house. Little things in the story ring so achingly true we are moved to experience the Minotaur as an everyman, a Willy Loman, a Job. We wait in dread for his next humiliation. A voyeuristic suspense settles in.