About one man in ten thousand, here in the dismal real world, actually gets more sex/love from women than he has a use for. That's not any theoretical capacity for sexual gratification, just what actually takes place. About one man in a hundred gets as much as he'd ideally like, and is happy. The other ninety nine percent of us exist in various states ranging from chronic malnutrition through ceaselessly gnawing distraction all the way down to the fifth, or tenth, or thirtieth year of absolute famine.
As all enjoy the God-given-to-all opportunity to experience the subtle ramified sensual pleasures enjoyed by the sophisticated gourmet, not to mention the satisfaction which derives from publicly demonstrating mastery of refined table-manners, dear me, how and why do these noxious slobbering people (pointing) eat so greedily, so noisily and repulsively, with both their filthy hands, on those infrequent occasions we toss loaves off the back of the famine relief aid truck?
Yours WDK - WKiernan at concentric.net