She was finding herself, now that she was with Crimond, simply more and more in love. She was living upon love. When she was alone, she would for long times shudder and tremble with it. She had never experienced presence so vividly before, the total connection with another being, the interpenetration of bodies and souls, the intuitive absolute of mutual self-giving, the love of two gods. The obliteration of self, the dazzling blindness of the love-act which was both part and all of their lives, constitued a mystery or ritual with which she lived in a continuous present of anticipation and rememberance.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Friday, August 21, 2009
The Book And The Brotherhood - pg. 167
Labels: Iris Murdoch, Phil: Ontology
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