Not untill all babies are born from glass jars will the combat cease between mother and son. But in a totalitarian future that has removed procreation from woman's hands, there will also be no affect and no art. Men will be machines, without pain but also without pleasure. Imagination has a price, which we are paying every day. There is no escape from the biologic chains that bind us.
Camille Paglia, Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson
biology, mother-and-son, pain, pleasure