Our passionate love had worn itself out in the satisfaction of the senses, and we now remained facing each other as we really were—two egotists, alien to each other and desirous of getting the greatest possible pleasure out of the other!
Sex kills pure love. It materializes love. Perhaps people are hard to except something such as "true love" in a world of facts, numbers and material possession. (Love for a capitalist means nothing if the other person is not an object that can be possessed)
