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And this was the first time he realized or admitted what he had to do. The problem that was his life was never to be solved. His wasn't the kind of life where it is possible to say, "This is essential and that is not essential, this I will not do because I cannot endure it, and that I will do because I can endure it." There was no unsnarling an existence whose waywardness constituted its only authority and provided its primary amusement.
Philip Roth, in Sabbath's Theater
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"One monogamous mate isn't enough for you?" he asked Drenka. "You like monogamy so much with him you want it with me too? Is there no connection you can see between your husband's enviable fidelity and the fact that he physically repels you?" Pompously he continued, "We who have never stopped exciting each other impose on each other no vows, no oaths, no restrictions, whereas with him the fucking is sickening even for the two minutes a month he bends you over the dinner table and does it from behind . And why is that? Matija is big, powerful, virile, a head of black hair like a porcupine. His hairs are quills. Every old dame in the country is in love with him, and not just for his Slavic charm. His looks turn them on. Your little waitresses are all nuts about the cleft in his chin. I've watched him back in the kitchen when it's a hundred degrees in August and they're waiting ten deep on the terrace for tables. I've seen him churning out the dinners, grilling those kebabs in his sopping T-shirt. All agleam with grease, he turns me on. Only his wife he repels. Why? The ostentatiously monogamous nature, that is why.
Philip Roth in Sabbath's Theater