had the impertinence, no, the
hubris to utter those most terrifying of words, "I
love you", [but] what did they mean by them? They meant "I've fucked you and now I need to fuck you again, and possibly a few more times after that and I'll be
jealous, insane with jealousy if anyone else fucks you" […] All they do is fuck each other and all they talk about is how they do it, and who they'd really rather be doing it with or to—and they don't cloak it in their language […] No words that even hint at inner lives, no
friendships except as opportunities for sexual competition and betrayal, no interests or passions or feelings, as if the man were the
cock, the cock the man, the woman the
cunt, the cunt the woman, and the only purpose in life to ram cock into cunt, jam cunt over cock […] And you know—you know the worst thing—the worst thing is that they speak
grammatically. They construct sentences. Construct them! And with some elegance. Why? Tell me why? (
Little pause.) Actually, I know why. So that the verbs and nouns stick out—in your face. In your face. That's the phrase, isn't it? That's the phrase! In your face!
