“Okay,” I started, “perhaps at this juncture we should discuss ourrelationship.”“Clue in again, Gwen, the reason our relationship is the way it is, isso I don’t ever have to waste my fuckin’ time doin’ stupid-ass shitlike discussing it.”Oh boy. Now I was getting really angry.”

“Women don’t buy with me,” he said quietly. “I get it, women’s lib and all, got no problem with that. But you’re with me, I pay. No discussion, definitely no stupid-ass fight. That’s just the way it is with me.”

“Perhaps," he said, "we should discuss our arrangements, then.”

“Give me a reason, to end this discussion, to break with tradition, to fall and divide. So let's not get carried, away with the process, of healing relations, I don't want to waste your time!”

“Again and again as we discussed Lolita in that class, our discussions were colored by my students' hidden personal sorrows and joys. Like tearstains on a letter, these forays into the hidden and the personal shaded all our discussions of Nabokov. And more and more I thought of that butterfly; what linked us so closely was this perverse intimacy of victim and jailer.”

“Look, we all have something to bring to this discussion. But I think from now on the thing you should bring is silence. - Rimmer”