Once upon a time there lived a young man named Clarence, who once had a girlfriend, but she recently left him. Clarence and his ex-girlfriend had been together for almost six months, but they had sex only one time. This got Clarence really anxious, because the ex was his first girlfriend and he truly loved her – now the young man thinks he will never find love again. As days passed, not only did Clarence felt lack of love in his life, but also started to feel a strong need of sexual interaction. His friends began to notice that once a very happy man Clarence has become sad, laconic and desperate. But as they found out what happened to Clarence, they felt a big relief – for them, Clarence’s problem was a joke. They insisted him on going to a…show more content… But sexual desire can be stimulated by the anxiety of aloneness, by the wish to conquer or be conquered, by vanity, by the wish to hurt and even to destroy, as much as it can be stimulated by love” (Fromm 1956: 54). This long quotation from Fromm’s “The Art of Loving” reflects the modern world which Eliot is very disappointed about. Sex can be used as weapon and advantage not only against men, but also against women. Although female representatives are the ones who can easily seduce males, however, in today’s society everything got upside down. It is men now that can effortlessly buy sexual intercourse even without any resistance of females. This situation leads to one rhetorical question – what has remained of sex these days? One of the best examples to illustrate this transformation of sexual intercourse in the modern world is the “The Waste Land’s” with “the young man carbuncular” (Eliot 1922: line 231) and “the typist” (Eliot 1922: line 222). As the girl waits her “lover”, she is doing ordinary, every-day things, such as clearing her breakfast (Eliot 1922: line 222), lighting her stove (Eliot 1922: line 222) or laying out food in tins (Eliot 1922: line 223). The atmosphere of the scene is absolutely casual and even when the pimply boy finishes using the girl’s body, it still remains the same – “When lovely woman stoops to folly and/ Paces about her room again, alone,/ She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,/ And puts a record on the gramophone.” (Eliot 1922: lines 253-256). The act of sex has become only a mechanical, physical merge, not spiritual and