I have to say, there’s a paper in it for someone about how all these twentieth-century dystopian novels include the male hero finding his individuality through having some sort of societally-unsanctioned sexual relationship with a woman.

1984, Brave New World, We, Anthem…I’m sure there are a lot more.

Aren’t they ever gay? Or too busy running from the Thought Police to think about girls? Or female? Or something? Even Huxley does it, and it takes some doing to create that sort of a situation in a completely promiscuous society.