... Never has love left me alone.
"And as I am made," said Sir Richmond with sudden insistence, "AS I AM
MADE--I do not believe that I could go on without these affairs. I know
that you will be disposed to dispute that."
Dr. Martineau made a reassuring noise.
"These affairs are at once unsatisfying and vitally necessary. It is
only latterly that I have begun to perceive this. Women MAKE life
for me. Whatever they touch or see or desire becomes worth while
and otherwise it is not worth while. Whatever is lovely in my world,
whatever is delightful, has been so conveyed to me by some woman.
Without the vision they give me, I should be a hard dry industry in the
world, a worker ant, a soulless rage, making much, valuing nothing."
He paused.
"You are, I think, abnormal," considered the doctor.
"Not abnormal. Excessive, if you like. Without women I am a wasting
fever of distressful toil. Without them there is no kindness in
existence, no rest, no sort of satisfaction. The world is a battlefield,
trenches, barbed wire, rain, mud, logical necessity and utter
desolation--with nothing whatever worth fighting for. Whatever justifies
effort, whatever restores energy is hidden in women...."
"An access of sex," said Dr. Martineau. "This is a phase.
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