The machine isn t sensuous. I caressed her. Nothing is more sensuous than a devoted lover, I whispered. She shook her head. Words, she said.
Words are the most sensuous thing of all.
I lay on the bed and sulked while her pen scratched, scratched, scratched through the hot afternoon. Kong has debauched Mrs. Willoughby, I said. I closed my eyes and slept. And woke to find her gone. I envy him, I said.