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200 pages, Paperback
Published October 11, 2019
It can help to think of love as a particularly intense form of aesthetic appreciation. When approaching a work of art, you cannot escape classifying it first in terms of a certain genre, period, and style. After that, you hope to be drawn into the endless intricacies of the particular; these are what make the work unique, and they can be appreciated even when they cannot be readily named. That attitude is no less appropriate to love.
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In 1176, a Court of Love presided on by the Countess of Champagne considered the question: Is love possible between people united by marriage? This was the verdict:We state and affirm by this judgement that love cannot extend its power to a married couple, for lovers give one another everything freely, without obligation or any necessity; conjugal partners, by contrast, are committed to doing one another’s will and not to deny anything to one another.
In this judgement, giving something freely is given three constraints: obligation, necessity, and commitment. All three provide reasons to act. The Countess of Champagne’s verdict implies that love moves us to act either without reasons or from reasons entirely different from those three.
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More tellingly, both forms of love deactivated regions of the temporal cortex and prefrontal lobe associated with rational thought and critical judgement.
Men, some to Bus’ness, some to Pleasure take;
But every Woman is at heart a Rake.
However much you invest in pretending otherwise, your child isn’t you. The
good news is that even if you never have children at all, you will still contribute to future life. You will just do so in a more roundabout way, through the maggots and bacteria that will return your flesh to the immortal circle of life.
If we are to infer anything from these findings, it can only be, as so often happens, something we probably knew already: love of infants and erotic love are different in some ways, but alike in others, including the property, shared by a number of drugs, of impairing judgment and making us just a little bit more stupid.
“When approaching a work of art, you cannot escape classifying it first in terms of a certain genre, period, and style. After that, you hope to be drawn into the endless intricacies of the particular; these are what make the work unique, and they can be appreciated even when they cannot readily be named. That attitude is no less appropriate to the target of love.”
“Love is largely the offspring of chance: in proximity, order of acquaintance, pheromone compatibility, generic influence, and accidents of taste, transference, and habit. And it is none the worse for that.”