Sex, Lies, and Literary Criticism

We are such stuff as lies are made of, and our little life is rounded with a book.

I should like to write the true story of intercourse, of the socket and the holding, the solid and the fluid, and above all that sense of the running, the dance, the flight, when the two are one and the one is one because it is one of two.

— Alfred Kazin’s Journals

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