Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things - pg. 91

Bunny was studying psychology. Along came Guy, cap over his eye, drunk and disorderly. She was a mark for him. Oh, she'd done a little wild-oat sowing in college... But mark of doom was not on them. I don't know how she met Guy, but we'll imagine it was in Provincetown, after Labor Day. The dunes, the sea, the wind. Guy told her about his dreams of death and within the hour she was blowing him. Guy's penis kept getting soft and she thought she was doing something wrong. That was even better - she would have to work, hard, to give Guy all her love and understanding. This isn't heartless of me, though it may seem so. These are people born to decent families, the fact of their helplessness is a human fact, i.e., don't tell me that you have to know what happened to Guy in the garage one day? Or, what secret terrors Bunny was exposed to when she was eleven, ....