It was on the plane, flying home from Nairobi. I found myself sitting next to her.” “Next to the young woman you couldn’t have liked less?” “Couldn’t have liked less,” he repeated, “or disapproved of more. But if you’re an addict you’ve got to have your dope—the dope that you know in advance is going to destroy you.” “It’s a funny thing,” she said reflectively, “but in Pala we have hardly any addicts.” “Not even sex addicts?” “The sex addicts are also person addicts. In other words, they’re lovers.” “But even lovers sometimes hate the people they love.”
