What you need, you know, is to go see that woman up on 31st. You've seen her. Hands moving, sketching. Chest and hips, legs to crush your ribs if you give her half a chance. Mabel, or Miriam, something like that.
Sex is the matter with sex.
Left hand in the air, right hand with the cigarette. So was I. Five times. Believe me when I tell you, that's not sex, you old bastard. That's producing progeny, doing your duty. Sex is . . .