Book: The ability of the island. Page 3

- At a certain age, in my opinion, it is not so easy to go, ' he said, as if reading my mind. - Not so many reasons to go somewhere, and do not want. And then, there's so much to do, so much of any formalities, hassle... to go to the store, wash. You have to spend more time on their own health, just to maintain the body in a more or less working condition. Starting from a certain point, life becomes administrative - in the first place.
After the departure of Isabel, I forgot how to talk to people smarter than yourself, able to guess my thoughts; and most importantly, what he said was horribly, devastatingly true...

But this time things were directly related to me, and I clearly was aware that the juxtaposition of eroticism and tenderness - one of the greatest abominations of our age, of those that endure with no right to appeal the death sentence of an entire civilization.

Together with eroticism almost immediately disappears and tenderness. There is no immaculate relationships and sublime unions of souls, nothing even remotely similar. When physical love goes, goes, sluggish, shallow disappointment fills the monotonous string of days. And with respect to the physical love I was under no illusions. Youth, beauty, strength: the criteria for physical love are exactly the same as that of Nazism. In short, I sat in deep shit.