"Who ever desires what is not gone? No one. The Greeks were clear on this. They invented eros to express it."

"When I desire you a part of me is gone: my want of you partakes of me."

waited far too long to get to this. carson takes you to such unexpected places in this essay, pulling you around every turn and every corner of her crystalline, tessellating Greek labyrinth like a siren. each progression of the essay feels odd and novel, and yet the architecture of her logic, constantly folding back on itself, making reference to itself, creates such a firm structure her revelations on language, text, love, and eros begin to feel like natural law.