Victor Pelevin. iPhuck 10 (№ 304477)

Joan in the guise of Sappho with Pompeian frescoes, perhaps, was the only true love in my life. It was not as physical and visual simulation - it was customary for androgynous - and the undoubted authenticity of the experience. If you've ever been in love the young, clean and fully trust you creature, you will understand what I mean. This is happiness, and pain, and an intolerable burden. So I'm not too disposed to describe his experience: it wasn't in the words and touch that we shared, it was in the finest wonderful feelings, butterflies mounted on my soul. Jeanne thought of me as something of a goddess and constantly complained to me about the painful futility of his life, its accompanying pain. She believed I could save her. In the end I had to make a choice between personal feelings and business and, as is often the case in our spirited time, won the business.