I had the feeling of something important and simple, blindingly obvious, like a kiss or a wanting to kiss.

"How long have we got? you said. Not meaning the interval.

Will you stay with me? I said. Not meaning the night.

The rhythms are wrong - the mind runs ahead towards the inevitable end. The heart holds back out of fear. Only the body, only the body, only the body stays true. Poor body, faithful body, that so often must do the work of both head and heart, like an animal made to carry much more than it should."

Winterson