deeply. His body had its cellular knowledge that a quick thrusting and
a deep penetration would be more pleasurably exciting and the
excitement and especially the depth of the penis in the vaginal opening
would cause the male to ejaculate more semen that had a greater chance
of impregnating a female. Such was the primitive making. When his
savage frenzy had ended he knew the extent of his own selfishness and
was relieved to be exorcized of it. He felt a humane sensitivity
descend on him. He knew that of all the selfish and negative energies
that influenced his thoughts, they were, for the most part, not him.
With the exception of times of sexual frenzy, he was able to find a
deep and benign part of his nature and knew it to be the true Nawin,
the artist who drew the oppressed and had sensitivity to the pains of
others, the one who wanted to enrich Porn and all he knew intimately in
truth and beauty.

Perpetually the same, those of leisure yearned each year for the
halting of time and, in dissatisfaction gained from comparing
themselves to others more youthful, yearned for a return to earlier
times of higher pleasures. But it was the laboring classes who
continued to labor in insentience without reflection. They cooked
their rice and noodles ceaselessly. They clung to their jobs like
tiny, sedentary, clinging salamanders to windows during a storm. They
found their beings (their minds and the feelings that would be refined
into thought within them) lost to the reflexes of the day. Months blew
away like empty bags skidding on the pavements. Evanescent and mutable
to their ultimate end, their lives passed by blandly in dizzying
headaches caused by the sun of the weatherless country during the dry
season. When the rainy season set in there was the discomfort of
leaking and wind-swept canopies, the lack of customers, and being
drenched by the rain; but these issues were minimized by the fact that