'Eros is an issue
of boundaries. He exists because certain boundaries do. In the interval
between reach and grasp, between glance and counterglance, between ‘I
love you’ and ‘I love you too,’ the absent presence of desire comes
alive. But the boundaries of time and glance and I love you are only
aftershocks of the main, inevitable boundary that creates Eros: the
boundary of flesh and self between you and me. And it is only, suddenly,
at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realize I never
can.'
Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet
