Tough Realization…

“There is no limit to the foolishness of men my age. Our only excuse is that we leave no mark of our own on the girls who pass through our hands; our convoluted desires, our ritualized lovemaking, our elephantine ecstasies are soon forgotten, they shrug off our clumsy dance as they drive straight as arrows into the arms of men whose children they will bear, the young and vigorous and direct. Our lovemaking leaves no mark.”

          “Waiting for the Barbarians” – Nobel Prize for Literature 2003

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