So with his phallus still in my mouth, I knew the shame of (Norman). Now, the Ka of my great-grandfather weighed upon my Ka as Usermare must have weighed on him. I also knew this exhaustion. In none of his (three) lives had he found what he desired. That much I knew, and then I swallowed, and all the venom of his Khaibit came into me—from my great-grandfather's seed came the pure venom of his Khaibit. That would now be my knowledge of the past.

Norman Mailer, Ancient Evenings