Alameddine

I was sitting, smoking a pipe by the fire, when Updike asked me, "What more fiendish proof of cosmic irresponsibility than a Nature which, having invented sex as a way to mix genes, then permits to arise, amid all its perfumed and hypnotic inducements to mate, a tireless tribe of spirochetes and viruses that torture and kill us for following orders?" (Rabih Alameddine, "Koolaids: The Art of War," 237)