My closest friend Megan (some of you may have heard me speak about how Lucinda was based in part on her) read this passage from the point of view of Lily Briscoe at my wedding:
“What art was there to love, by which one pressed through into secret chambers? What device for becoming, like waters poured into one jar, inextricably the same, one with the object one adored? Could the body achieve, or the mind, subtly mingling in the intricate passages of the brain? Or the heart? Could loving make them one? For it was not knowledge, but unity that was desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to man, but intimacy itself–which is knowledge.”
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