It was so hard to be friendly, in any genuinely human way, towards female strangers if you were a male. You could be courteous and pleasant, which wasn't the same thing at all; it was the way you'd treat the staff at the Job Centre. You couldn't tell a strange woman that you liked her earrings, or that her hair was beautiful - or ask her how she came to have mud on her clothes.

It was over-civilization that caused that, maybe. Two animals, or two primitives, would never worry about that sort of thing. If one was muddy, the other would just start licking or brushing or whatever was needed. There was nothing sexual about it.

Michel Faber, Under the Skin (Edinburgh: Canongate, 2000), 201-2.