“Here are your real brief encounters,” he said with a crooked grin,
making fun of her romantic ways. Encounters, yes, though more like
collisions, really, and certainly brief, but without the maddening joy,
the dissolving of the self into something more than the self, the
anguished longing afterward.
--"Matinee," The New Yorker, by Robert Coover
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