There is no more defiant denial of one man's ability to possess one woman exclusively than the prostitute who refuses to redeemed.
I'd visually have that idea. I'm diving off the end of the diving board. I'm not going to be worried about if I'm going to dive into a jellyfish or the water's going to be too cold or the boys are going to beat me. I'm just doing it. And if I do it, it's a good chance I'll make it.
Changes are not only possible and predictable, but to deny them is to be an accomplice to one's own unnecessary vegetation.
Back in 1968, when I was 30, my entire life blew up. I had a life plan, and it collapsed for no rational reason.