She wondered how it was that their six-month correspondence had the effect of making her want him more than ever: Why is that? Because we are having only a communion of minds, which, having had a taste of body makes even words desirable and sweeter. I feel I am only existing until I see you, and hug you, and eat you
—Julia Child’s love letters to Paul Child. She gets it. This is one of the most romatic love affairs I’ve ever read about.
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