The verses passed from his lips and the inarticulate cries and the unspoken brutal words rushed forth from his brain to force a passage. His blood was in revolt. He wandered up and down the dark slimy streets peering into the gloom of lanes and doorways, listening eagerly for any sound. He moaned to himself like some baffled prowling beast. He wanted to sin with another of his kind, to force another being to sin with him and to exult with her in sin.
The cry that he had strangled for so long in his throat issued from his lips. It broke from him like a wail of despair from a hell of sufferers and died in a wail of furious entreaty.
He stood still in the middle of the roadway, his heart clamouring against his bosom in a tumult. A young woman laid her hand on his arm to detain him and gazed into his face.
He tried to bid his tongue speak watching her as she undid her gown. Her round arms held him firmly to her and he burst into weeping, howling, wailing, whining, bawling, blubbering, hooting, overwhelmed with emotion.