«The great biological joke on people is that you are intimate before you know anything about the other person. In the initial moment you understand everything. You are drawn to each other’s surface initially, but you also intuit the fullest dimension. And the attraction doesn’t have to be equivalent: she’s attracted to one thing, you to the another. It’s surface, it’s curiosity, but then, boom, the dimension. (...) Sex is all the enchantement required. Do men find anyone of any sex that enchanting unless they have sexual business with them? Who else are you enchanted by? Nobody."
Philip Roth, The Dying Animal
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