Well, this settles it, BT. The creep is truly a creep:
Kenneth liked his walks, because his mind raced madly, inspired by the ever-changing objects that his eyes fell upon - a baby carriage, a policeman, a couple of overdressed women glimpsed briefly in a taxi, a fat woman lugging home still more to eat in huge grocery bags, and the smug people into whose living-room windows he could see - men in shirtsleeves watching television, a wife coming in with a tray of beers, warm yellow lights falling on bookshelves and framed pictures.
Snobs. Crooks, too, otherwise how´d they get so rich, how they´d get a woman to live with them and serve them? Kenneth had little use for women, and believed they gravitated only towards men with money to buy them and to spend on them. He was convinced women had no sexual drive at all, or not enough to warrant mentioning, and that they used their physical charms merely to lure men towards them.