Gravity's Rainbow

Those drab undershorts of his are full to bursting with need humorlessly, worldly to use [young womens'] innocence, to write on them new words of himself, his own brown realpolitik dreams, some psychic prostate ever in aching love promised, ah hinted but till now … how seductively they lie ranked in their iron bedsteads, their virginal sheets, the darlings so artlessly erotic…