It wasn’t important

It wasn’t important. He was just an incident. But he brought me home all in his new Jaguar. I gave him coffee. He was all ready. I sat there and thought, Well he’s no worse than some of the morons I’ve slept with.’ ‘Anna, what has got into you?’ ‘You mean you’ve never felt that awful moral exhaustion, what the hell does it matter?’ ‘It’s the way you talk. It’s new.’ ‘I daresay. But it occurred to me — if we lead what is known as free lives, that is, lives like men, why shouldn’t we use the same language?’ ‘Because we aren’t the same. That is the point.’

Дорис Лессинг, Золотая тетрадь