How dare she show herself to be everything he was so annoyed with her for not being? - Margaret Atwood

If they want a monster so badly they ought to be provided by one.

There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I remember that yearning, and was never the same as the hands that were on us there and then, in the small of the back, or out back, in the parking lot, or in the television room with the sound turned down and only the pictures flickering over lifting flesh. We yearned for the future How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?

She's against it on principle, and life isn't run on principles but by adjustments