They had imagined too often and too much, and so they had exhausted all their possibilities. When they embraced each other’s phantoms, each in his separate privacy has savored the most refined of pleasures but, connoisseurs of unreality as they were, they could not bear the crude weight, the rank smell and the ripe taste of real flesh. It is always a dangerous experiment to act out a fantasy; they had undertaken the experiment rashly and had failed…

Love