It's always too late.

Nelson sat down at the cafe table with a little cup of tea and a little biscuit. As he wiped bread crumbs and butter from the side of his mouth, he looked at the woman with fancy black shoes waiting on line. He said to himself, oh, now I’ve got it. The more a woman’s feet look like hooves, the more I want to have sex with her. And then he drank more tea.