And often Léger's prose seems to declare what Loden and Wanda wouldn't say or couldn't say because they thought that there was no point, no one was ever listening anyway. Let's end on this keen, thoughtful evisceration of a guy Léger encounters while she's researching Loden: "He is a young man. I don't like young men, I don't like their bloom, their inflexibility, their grace, their spermatic irritability, their soft hands. I look at young men, I look at them below the belt, I look at them very carefully, I scrutinise them, but I don't like them, they laugh too easily, which is nice, I make this one laugh easily, it's nice, it's boring. I would not want to die in the company of a young man."