13 November 2008


Gore Vidal, it would seem (sorry to be repetitive), believed that sex and love were incompatible. He lived for forty years with the same man but they never kissed, never shared the same bed, but instead shared a kind of cerebral relationship that kept them going until the end.
Edith Sitwell, another heroine and the author of that wonderful, if ultimately flawed treatise on Elizabeth I "The Queens and the Hive", puts it like this:

Said the Sun to the Moon - 'When you are but a lonely white crone,
And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood,
Remember only this of our hopeless love
That never till Time is done
Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.'

Of course they are both quite right, and it is only in the plebeian never-world of today that romance has become big business, and the mind has been lost, exploding in a thousand sparks on the edge of the universe.

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