Clint and his Bint

Behind every great man is a woman. I find this a particularly facile phrase. However, it is hard to deny that if this reprehensible little maxim was logically sound, then it would operate under a sliding scale - a deity like Dawkins attracts only the truly great women.

In the human race, the men are the ones who have always fiercely competed in the run, sweating and staring ahead, taking small steps but achieving solid rhythm and sublime direction. The women are plastic cups of water that are placed at certain points of this race; they are potentially refreshing, but at crucial times they are also essential sustenance if the man wishes to complete the required distance.

This blog entry is a brief overview of two cups from which Dawkins drank. The climax will be contained in the next post of “Contact Dawkins”; his current wife Lalla Ward. She is the one who was briefly engaged in a cheap, tawdry affair with Dr Who.

I often think of the Dawkins women when I wish to take my mind off the more menial elements of my work or my bitter divorce. And so we turn to a brief overview of the Dawkins women:

Marian Stamp

Marian Ellina Stamp was Dawkins’ first wife, whom he married in 1967. They divorced 7 years later. Professor Stamp is the head of the Animal Behaviour Research Group at the University of Oxford. She is currently vice-principal of Somerville College. A seasoned author of several books, she is considered an expert in animal welfare.

Eve Barham

There has been little publication regarding Dawkins’ relationship with Eve Barham. Suffice to say, he preserved his genes with her. The couple produced a daughter in 1985, Juliet Emma Dawkins. Dawkins and Barham divorced in 1994.

When asked what he “did for fun” in an interview, Dawkins regaled that an honest answer would be “fucking”. Personally, each exchange in bodily fluids has left less of me; that strange thing in the centre of my former wife pumped me for information, and like a weak fool I was all too hasty to relinquish. I do not purport to be a great lover, but if you look closely at a picture of Dawkins, not only will you see that divine look of genuine genius in his eye, but a touch of sensuality that seems to be wryly whispering, “I’m fucking you right now.”