And so I miss the fertilization that might come from a contact. And for me--yes, I think I might as well admit it--fertilization does come a great deal from contacts. Why then do I avoid them--in a sort of false pride--shyness--timorous modesty? I used to be afraid of falling in love with people--or having them think I was--that I was chasing them (how ridiculous--I am actually always running away!) but now surely--I should be mature enough to be over that. I am no longer afraid of falling in love, and the other false mode sties should vanish. Furthermore, I cannot bear to think "par delicatessen j'ai Peru ma vie." (Because of discretion I have lost my life).

Against Wind and Tide: Letters and Journals