Oh, what words of profound wisdom from a wizened rebel. Distant quasars gleam in his eyes, and the music of the cosmic background radiation reverberates in his voice.
Ah, science fiction... the literature of limitless vision, of minds unafraid to plunge into infinity -- and beyond! -- dedicated to the exploration of the unknown, to making contact with other civilizations in the universe, determined to join the galactic community of worlds, to break the very shackles of Time itself...
... and groping women's breasts.
Sometimes I get sick of being human. Sometimes I wish I was something other than a descendant of apes. Reading Ellison's reply is one of those moments.