In Naomi Jacob's novel Late Lark Singing (1957) Ann Power reflects on her husband, Silas, on the morning after their wedding night:

His passion of the night which had passed had been that, she felt, of a child. A child crying, "I want, I want--give me, give me what I want." There had been little or no delicacy in his love-making, and even for that she made the excuse that it proved that he knew nothing of love. . . . she had indulged in dreams, and they had been very different from reality. Perhaps she had been wrong, and allowed the ideas of romance to colour her thoughts; perhaps this mysterious love-making was something put into the world to make men happy, and not to give any real joy to women--except the joy of giving.