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           Idon’tbelieveveryintenselyinfatherhood.Ifwehadthechildtorear,itwouldbeourown,anditwouldcarryon.Don’tyouthinkit’sworthconsidering?’

           Connielookedupathimatlast.Thechild,herchild,wasjustan’it’tohim.It...it...it!

           ’Butwhatabouttheotherman?’sheasked.

           ’Doesitmatterverymuch?Dothesethingsreallyaffectusverydeeply?...YouhadthatloverinGermany...whatisitnow?Nothingalmost.Itseemstomethatitisn’ttheselittleactsandlittleconnexionswemakeinourlivesthatmattersoverymuch.Theypassaway,andwherearethey?Where...Wherearethesnowsofyesteryear?...It’swhatenduresthroughone’slifethatmatters;myownlifematterstome,initslongcontinuanceanddevelopment.Butwhatdotheoccasionalconnexionsmatter?Andtheoccasionalsexualconnexionsespecially!Ifpeopledon’texaggeratethemridiculously,theypasslikethematingofbirds.Andsotheyshould.Whatdoesitmatter?It’sthelife-longcompanionshipthatmatters.It’sthelivingtogetherfromdaytoday,notthesleepingtogetheronceortwice.YouandIaremarried,nomatterwhathappenstous.Wehavethehabitofeachother.Andhabit,tomythinking,ismorevitalthananyoccasionalexcitement.Thelong,slow,enduringthing...that’swhatweliveby...nottheoccasionalspasmofanysort.Littlebylittle,livingtogether,twopeoplefallintoasortofunison,theyvibratesointricatelytooneanother.That’stherealsecretofmarriage,notsex;atleastnotthesimplefunctionofsex.YouandIareinterwoveninamarriage.