Unfortunately Wojnicz could not pick up the prompt to criticize this newfangled field, because he knew nothing about it. Nor did he have much to say about impulses, as—to tell the truth—so far he had had little interest in sex. He knew that this interest was bound to appear one day—everyone talked about it and dropped hints—but for some reason he regarded himself as still immature. Sometimes he felt a little excluded from this community of sex, allusions and jokes, as if others had a talent that he lacked.

— The Empusium by Olga Tokarczuk (Page 231)