“my sensuality (to limit myself to it) was so real that even for a ten-minute adventure I'd have disowned father and mother, even were I to regret it bitterly. Nay - especially for a ten-minute adventure and even more so if I were sure it was to have no sequel. I had principles, to be sure, such as that the wife of a friend is sacred. But I simply ceased quite sincerely, a few days before, to feel any friendship for the hus band. Maybe I ought not to call this sensuality ? Sen suality is not repulsive. Let's be indulgent and use the word infirmity, a sort of congenital inability to see in love anything but the physical.”