"When we speak of a shared historical space," he started asking her, knowing that the level of intellectuality might be too much much for Cynthia herself to resist, "are we limiting ourselves to the delirium of a particular time and space? What could something like history possibly be in this case anyway? And why should our case be any different than the other loving couples populating the planet? Beyond the Garden of Eden there was a man and a woman. The woman did not come from the man's rib but came from the man's cum swimming into the woman's glowing egg. That's the revolution... "