“Some men, and some women, appear to be born for the purpose of igniting desire. It appears to be their function. It is taken for granted that their intention is to fulfill desire—your desire—and that their smile, or their look, is meant to convey this intention. It is not their intention at all. They have, very probably, barely noticed you, and are too innocent to be able to imagine what you are imagining. These people are treated with an unbelievable brutality—a brutality made all the more hideous by presenting itself as love. And, in my experience, at least, these people, who are the objects of a lust at once abstract and consuming, rarely know how to defend themselves. They do not know, until too late, that they have any reason to defend themselves. This is because of that invincible innocence—and, less innocent, they would be less attractive. To rouse innocence to an utterly brutal, pounding passion is a fantasy rooted in everybody’s nature. It makes the head spin. Perhaps it makes the earth spin. What is lacking in every fantasy is that sweat of love which is called respect.“”