I think this Dave Barry essay about Roger and Elaine is increasingly dated, and it is men who are examining relationships with obsessive closeness while women look for fun. Yet I think biology is not thwarted forever. Though Kipling did not reference this sort of thing in specific, I think this is one of gods of the copybook headings.
Or you can just read it for enjoyment, because this comes to my mind all the time, especially the part about the Czechoslovakian tennis players he has never heard of. In rerun.
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