Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things - pg. 16

The problem is ... to realize that assuaged desire does not sate, or still, the mind's hilarious complexities. Those who do not understand this are at a loss to comprehend the true anguish of the flesh - that in imagination we die, and die, and die again... Love is no comforter, the poet said. Rather a nail in the skull. However read, that sits true. It is a nail in the skull. Or: rather to have a nail in the skull. What anodyne to ease that agony? While the body heaves and shudders the imagination staggers through the sweet wind off the ocean, straining to recall the precise contours of the youthful face its earlier acrobatics played over.