“Why have you always brought them here?” “So I can believe I am not ashamed.” “But you are, Johnny. It is natural.” “No,” he said. “It is unnatural. It is unnatural to attempt to destroy the physical instinct, until every other instinct is withered and dead, and this one still persists.” The boredom was now so intense that tears stood in her eyes. Her face injured him with its familiarity. “I did not marry for this,” she said. “Neither did I.” “Oh, but you did.”
