The eroticism of language isn’t the language of eroticism, where the latter captures the luster of nudity and the twists of movements. The Eros of words doesn’t describe; it ignites. That’s precisely its essence, creating a lack that only it knows how to satisfy. People flirting instinctively understand this deeper secret: it’s not the spoken
Die Erotik der Sprache ist nicht Sprache der Erotik, wobei letzter den Glanz der Nacktheit und die Windungen der Bewegungen zum Gegenstand hat. Der Eros der Worte hingegen beschreibt nicht; er entfacht.
Everyone, Nick explained, knows what happiness is. For my neighbor, it’s a feeling of euphoria, while his wife perceived it as tranquility. Both confirmed each other’s views without noticing that those emotional states are exact opposites in terms of blood pressure. The former a pulse of a hundred and counting; the latter sixty and sinking.