... the thirties of a man's life is a decade of a man's waiting, and waiting.. and waiting... and lost soul waiting.. but the lasciviousness survives this waiting...

their is an abyss of lasciviousness to this waiting which last the thirties of man's life.. it is an abyss of wet soil.. of damp soil.. of black soil.. of rich black soil.. you will never forget it.. for you can never forget your thirties...