All that is organic is put to the test. The four year test, the parental suicide test, the lover-be-mine test. The most dreadful feeling comes when the organic is turned orgasmic due to its obsequious nature. It turns gravid but is rendered prolific, just as a pregnant woman releases its offspring into the world. And the most romantic feeling comes from learning that it is not all over yet, just when one was ready to throw it out of the window, that sudden halt, that rush of blood to the head solidifies and turns into lucid bliss.