Italo Calvino - If on a Winter's Night a traveller
Posted this before but it gives me great pleasure to type it out from my notebook: came across it again while idly flicking pages....
What makes love-making and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them time and space open, different from measurable time and space.
Many times I have thought that the good advice of the master-writers, well learned, would obviate the atrocious passages that even quite famous novelists include in their stories. Anyone who want to send me links to examples of inexcrable, inexcusable, unlikely literary love-making, please feel free!