I love the thought of her husband insouciantly going about his daily routine of long hours at the office, never remarking on the obvious repeated impregnation of his wife despite never having sex with her anymore. The true stoic disdains the hedonism of the modern age, instead finding meaning in the endless toil of money accumulation and thus rendering himself capable of looking down his nose upon the fool who shuns labor and seeks only his own comfort. The stoic man pays the electric bills that warm his house while the pathetic hedonist shamelessly eats the former’s food in the warmth provided, has sex with his wife and gives him a great deal many more mouths to feed.