I didn't know what to say. My boss was telling me that, to do my job, I now needed to go home and have sex. It has already been a long, long day of carnalities. The meat truck was arriving in a few hours. It seemed unlikely that I had the stamina for more carnality and making butcher love to my wife for the rest of the night and reporting for work before dawn with no sleep. Maybe I didn't have the constitution for this life after all. But, you know, I did the best I could. I didn't want to let the guild down.
Bill Buford, Heat (249)