The city is sexually entrepreneurial.  Decisions done at a fast pace.  And this is where the character (of a Hero for Our Time) goes wrong, for missing the invitation placed before him, to look back with regret at all the missed chances for erotic adventure and satisfaction, a voice stuck in his head.  Simple appalling stupidity.  The attempt at sainthood, gone horribly wrong.


The writing serves as an exercise, not far off from taking a walk, an attempt to counter depressive thoughts by giving them some time and work.  The little bit you chip at...  The great mental block.  The little bit you gain.