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Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: When did you first . . . become . . . well, develop this theory?
General Jack D. Ripper: Well, I, uh, I first became aware of it, Mandrake, during the physical act of love.
Group Capt. Mandrake: Hmm.
General Ripper: Yes, a, uh, a profound sense of fatigue . . . a feeling of emptiness followed. Luckily I was able to interpret these feelings correctly. Loss of essence.
Group Capt. Mandrake: Hmm.
General Ripper: I can assure you it has not recurred, Mandrake. Women sense my power and they seek the life essence. I do not avoid women, Mandrake. But I do deny them my essence.[1]
Ah, Spring! And a young man’s fancy turns to . . . well, that.[2]
I remember reading someone, somewhere that I can’t recall – James...