As this creature sups and solves, we notice that his eye occasionally strays from the intellectual realm of wordplay, and wanders to briefly scan the bodies of svelte young Parisian women as they hurry lusciously past his table. We will see that his most lingering looks are not reserved for the most womanly of those who past, but rather for the youngest. His eyes may alight here and there on a woman in her mid twenties, and appear to enjoy what they see, but they are filled with a great light when they appraise those girls on the cusp, those whose vergant thighs and bud like breasts radiate a pubescent glow.

Why is this?

Simple. This man may think he controls his mind, but there he is mistaken. He is but a mannequin, controlled by Darwinian forces beyond his control - though Newton may have stood on the shoulders of giants, and so was able to see a little further, we must remember that the vast, vast majority of those predecessors were but simple primitives, barely able to raise their minds above the evolutionary imperative, struggling as they were with the lower reaches of Maslow's hierarchy. Modern men are ruled by these same instincts.

This modern man has a problem though. Where his ancestors in the transvaal could sieze any hunk of ripe female flesh they fancied, he has to look out for the interfering influence of the state - with its laws against paedophilia and CCTV cameras by the riverbank scanning for crimes. And his forebears didn't worry about anything so removed and irrelevant as 'morality'. But this man, with his clean shaven jaw and silver cufflinks, is raised with all sorts of moral baggage. It is no wonder that in his haunted eyes we fancy a twinge of guilt every time they graze slowly over the naked, lightly perspiring flesh of yet another pre-teen girl.

The problem for this poor man is that his head opposes his instincts - the contradiction between the two tear him apart inside and result in his evident stress. Our culture rightly deemed paedophilia a crime a long time ago, when pre-teen girls looked immature.

No longer

Girls of today are maturing earlier than ever before. Where in the stone age menarch could be expected at age eighteen, in these swift times girls as young as seven have been reported to go through the change. And it doesn't stop there - these girls have the same desires as any sexually mature woman, but without the emotional maturity to match.

But emotional immaturity is no bar to a successful relationship. I would argue that it is perfectly okay and indeed honourable for an older man to love a young girl, as long as he is aware of his educative responsibility. As Mandie Smith discovered with Bill Wyman, a young girl with an older man can be the beginning of a beautiful relationship, as long as the older party is aware of the likely pitfalls and problems to be had living against the grain of today's culture. The experience of living against our societies norms can encourage the female sex to reject peer pressure and think in a revolutionary manner - a quality our all too confirmist culture badly needs.

But there is a grave problem here: the law, and the attitudes of the world. Any man who takes such a course and does what is natural is likely to find himself strung up, or worse, imprisoned. Let us stress: He would be punished for doing what nature deems correct. The natural law conflicts with the laws of our land, and even worse, with the ideals of our society, now sadly outmoded.

There are two possible solutions.

The first is to legalise relations between men and pubescent girls. This would require great changes in our culture's attitudes and in the law, but I have no doubt that with the miracle of modern advertising, it could be done.

The second is altogether more radical. Modern drugs, such as Lupron, can stop puberty from occuring. We could simply enforce the consumption of this drug among young girls, and delay puberty until the age of 18, when they become legal. Already this is starting to happen, without the intervention of state machinery, so we can see that society already favours such a course of action. Removing these pubescent girls from circulation until they are emotionally capable and mature would be a great stress reliever for men.

Remember the man by the Seinne. You may expect him to dull down his passionate instincts, but as he rises and walks towards a dark haired 12 year old throwing bread at the ducks, her pointed nipples poking from her tight white t-shirt, and initiates conversation, you realise that he obeys not our law, or our perverted customs and expectations. Instead he obeys a different imperative, and so does she. Why should we stand in the way of nature?