I am not sure that part of my rage was not because she had escaped and I couldn't." "But your personal feelings--that is what I want to know about ?" she persisted.
He dug down into his consciousness to satisfy her.
"Think of what my life in London had been," he reminded her.

"There wasn't a single woman I knew, with whom I could exchange a word.

All the time I loved beautiful things, and beautiful women, and the thought of them.

I have gone out into the streets at nights sometimes and hung around the entrances to theatres and restaurants just for the pleasure of looking at them with other men.

It didn't do me any good, you know, but the desire was there.