I wondered if there were not ways of making love,
Than those we know of.
Finer less obvious ways…
The secret conquest of a woman by a caress or wit
Or by intelligence, by which weapon she would belong to the beloved
More totally,
Than in the most perfect, most ecstatic of intimate pleasures.
- Lines from Bengali Nights, Mircea Eliade
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