but at this she protested the junkie was much greater no the junkie was worthy of her salinities and he said the junkie was but a bloodless wildean epigone , a bloated flaccid codpiece of moth-eaten velvet in his the junkies best of days and at this she gave him the chance to explore the ruins of a smile and served him another cup of tea and he looked at her and looked outside into the street at the ambulations and at all the people and outside there were only people and erections as uglygray as old soviet architecture as if the whole world had been written by kundera and it did not take him long to decide he preferred even the world to her and to her girlish person in her small room but she stopped him yet again although she too had forgotten him in all these years .