December 29th, 2003


Madeleine L'Engle and me on intimacy

And then I thought: perhaps the very precariousness of human relations made the intimacy all the more poignant and all the more treasured. It's only been in the past few generations that we have been allowed easy intimacy, assuming that mothers will not die in childbirth, that babies will live to have babies themselves, that we'll all reach retirement age and enjoy our wel-earned leisure. Perhaps that's why we've messed up intimacy; we simply weren't prepared for a lifetime of intimacy-and still aren't. How much are we supposed to protect ourselves by holding back from intimacy? Isn't the easy, instant, pseudo-intimacy, which is all that many people know, one of the best protections against real intimacy? (Madeleine L'Engle, Penguins and Golden Calves, p. 13)

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