The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop. - John Updike

The first breathe of adultery is the freest.

One world: everybody fucks everybody. When he thinks of all the fucking there's been in the world and all the fucking there's going to be, and none of it for him, here he sits in this stuffy car dying, his heart just sinks. He'll never fuck anybody again in his lifetime except poor Janice Springer, he sees this possibility ahead of him straight and grim as the known road.

With his white collar he forges god’s name on every word he speaks

...a sense of defeat the years have brought back to him, after what seemed for a while to be triumphs.