V.S. Naipaul to Margaret Murray Gooding, 1974-03-20

"Lover - I can't help it; it is two and a half hours since I spoke to you on the telephone, and I am wet, wet; running wet all the time, and the juice of my love goes to waste, unregarded. Things become precious - things like a weeping god - only when other people find them so; they exist only when they have meaning for someone else, and for me that someone else is you. I alternate between the most violent moods and the most tender; and in both moods I wish you to be overwhelmed by me..."