One might, of course, say that Chuang-tzu and Wu Chengen are scarcely without charm or wit--but--compared to Rabelais, Voltaire, Anatole France, Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde? What is there in all (at least any that I know of) of Oriental literature equivalent to that single sentence of the clown in The Tempest--speaking of the loss of a bottle of wine--"There is not only dishonour in that, Monster, there is infinite loss"?

But to speak further of the normal masculine man's exclusive attachment/aversions, I, for one wonder, how exclusively heterosexual men can tolerate the sight of men in their pornography--and I note that some in fact cannot, preferring to watch "Lesbian" pornography, in which, apparently, they can imagine themselves as the only male participant. And certainly, male homosexual pornography is commonly devoid of any suggestion of females, or even of effeminate males.