Sûrah CI
"Ah, what will convey unto thee what the Calamity is!"


should his pent-up sperm impregnate—once restraint gives way to rapture, once self-discipline finally yields, ignores the warning signs already lodged like disingenuous protests, spurns precautions; none were taken, none are likely to prevail against an accidental parenthood with this enigmatic cohort whose internal workings generate fresh contractions so intense they seem to summon Franchone's semen. He is helpless to withhold it. He is perched on gratification's edge, ecstatic, primed to leap, disposed to welcome his descent from feckless dalliance to devotion; motives nobler than acquiring conquests wait to break his fall, while...