Day by day he continued to change … felt colder, less connected, less fettered by human emotion. More detached god, less man. Except when he tooped—och, then he was alive. Then he felt. Then he was not adrift in a bottomless, dark, and violent sea with naught but a puny bit of driftwood to cling to. Making love to a woman staved off the darkness, replenished his essential humanity.
