“I don’t believe in love, remember?” I pick up my spoon and stir my coffee, even though there’s nothing to stir together. “So what are the love songs really about?” “Easy,” I say. “Lust.” “And marriage?” “Well, lust fades, and then there are children to raise and bills to pay. At some point it just becomes friendship with mutual self-interest for the benefit of society and the next generation.”
