In this chapter, the narrator delivers a soliloquy in which he laments the fact that the only man in the world who can truly love is "top class" . He laments that his own way of loving "is top class" and yet he is unable to "suck" because of the "twitch" that he feels when he is touched or made to feel love. He bemoans that "every time I'm touched, or made love" , he feels "so overwhemed it hurts" and that "it always right me" to "move up and down" in order to be able to "posh" and "puck" with his lover.