« No wonder he and Sherrie might find themselves drawn to students. It’s not as if they’re perverts out of Dangerous Liaisons, two old vampires conspiring to suck the youth from the young. Their hearts are heat-seeking missiles drawn to whatever’s still burning. They’re like those old men in the Kawabata novel frequenting the brothel where they pay to curl up and sleep beside the warm bodies of young beautiful women. Christ! It’s all so depressing Swenson thinks he might weep. Age and death – the unfairness of it, the daily humiliation of watching your power vanish just when you figure out how tu use it. »
From Blue Angel, a novel by Francine Prose.