“That precious time before lovemaking is ill served by the pseudo-clinical term foreplay … Like a moment in a recurring dream, these spacious, innocent minutes were forgotten until we were back inside them. When we were, our lives returned to the essentials and began again. When we fell silent, we would lie so close we were mouth to mouth, delaying the union that bound us all the more because of this prelude.”
— Ian McEwan’s Enduring Love, which I finished yesterday
