John Updike on sex

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"Always, until now, it has always been too much, bigger than all systems, an empyrean as absolute as those first boyish orgasms, when his hand would make his soul pass through a bliss as dense as an ingot of gold. Now, at last, in the prime of life, he saw through it, into spaces between the stars."

In other news - how is it that I love Raymond Carver but not Hemingway? Women - we're so fickle!