A study of relation, according to Henry Adams

It is thus, always, that the love gods come.
You sit with a girl at night, speaking around questions of relation, gauging  the degree and kind of past and present lives, and you realize that what is not there is the gratitude. Gratitude is he who sleeps in the next room, complexly unaware of your approach or of fate’s. A long-lost night of terror, and an eaten life crumbles the edges. But it is still oblation. A study of relation.