Love & Lust

After having read “H.G wells in love” the great man’s own version of his affairs, I am convinced he was never in love with anyone except himself. He calls it the lover shadow which never leaves a man. When he feels the urge for lust he takes what is available. He confess, that there comes a moment in the day when you have written your pages in the morning, attended to your correspondence in the afternoon and have nothing further to do. Than comes that hour when you are bored that’s the time for sex.

Wells developed a taste for “free ambitions self-reliant women who would mate with him and go their way”. At times wells gad three mistress installed in different cities and had to use all his stamina to keep them satisfaction and all his cunning to prevent them running into each other

Wells also confess that “the need to satisfy these (sexual instincts) had nothing to do with love. He suffered no sense of guilt. “I never get the slight regret out angry of my sexual irregularities. There are amusing and refreshing and I wish there had been more of them.

Well wants love and admiration from his women with out feeling the slightest obligation to give in return anything more than lust. Well makes himself out into a randy he-goat. He was nothing of the sort. Many men (and women) go through their lives with as many if not more affairs but takes great pains to coaxial their peccadilloes. When it comes to human relationship, there is no such thing as “love till death does us apart”. A new lover proves more lethal to an old love than the old lover’s demise”.