The thing he always found most interesting about a woman during intercourse was her face. The motions of her body seemed to set a large reel of film rolling, and her face was the television screen the film was projected onto... Unfortunately, Edwige's face was a blank screen, and Jan would stare at it, tormented by questions he could find no answers to...
As a result, he neither whispered obscene words nor asked if it was good. He held his peace, while their bodies went through the long, frenzied motions of setting an empty reel spinning, a reel with no film on it.