These trenches are like Pompeii, sir. - Ford Madox Ford

Open the book to page ninety-nine and read, and the quality of the whole will be revealed to you.

I couldn't regard myself as personally repulsive. No man can, or, if he ever comes to do so, that is the end of him.

But the real fierceness of desire, the real heat of a passion long continued and withering up the soul of a man, is the craving for identity with the woman that he loves. He desires to see with the same eyes, to touch with the same sense of touch, to hear with the same ears, to lose his identity, to be enveloped, to be supported. For, whatever may be said of the relation of the sexes, there is no man who loves a woman that does not desire to come to her for the renewal of his courage, for the cutting asunder of his difficulties. And that will be the mainspring of his desire for her. We are all so afraid, we are all so alone, we all so need from the outside the assurance of our own worthiness to exist.