“Although 'making love' may serve as a polite name for an act that has many rude ones, it's misleading. For lovers do not so much make love as they are remade by love -- dipped into the fire, melted down, reshaped. If they are devoted to one another, love will transform them, dissolving the shells of their old separate selves and making them anew.”
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