I’m extremely romantic here. You know what is my fear? This postmodern, permissive, pragmatic etiquette towards sex. It’s horrible. They claim sex is healthy; it’s good for the heart, for blood circulation, it relaxes you. They even go into how kissing is also good because it develops the muscles here – this is horrible, my God! It’s no longer that absolute passion. I like this idea of sex as part of love, you know: “I’m ready to sell my mother into slavery just to fuck you for ever”. There is something nice, transcendent, about it. I remain incurably romantic