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Lent VI

Standing in the den two nights ago my husband rubbed his hands through his hair, looked at me and said, โ€œHave I come undone?โ€ I said, โ€œWell, Iโ€™m sure you have. Listen to this. . . .โ€ I opened a book and read something Iโ€™d found earlier that very day. Stumbled across it really. โ€œLetโ€™s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite oneโ€™s best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the otherโ€ (Judith Butler, Undoing Gender, 2004, 19).

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