"...To map it would be to know it, and to know it would be to be known in return. It would require him to put down his instruments of objective distance and become a traveler himself, to be lost in its wilderness, to be vulnerable to its creatures, and to be exposed to its unpredictable weather. And so, the cartographer spends his evenings in his study, polishing the brass of his tools and admiring the beautiful, finished maps of faraway lands, while in the next room, the last and most vital continent on earth remains a mystery, its rich resources untapped, its hidden wonders unseen, its quiet plea for discovery fading into a silence that will eventually swallow them both. This is not merely an allegory for the hesitant lover; it is the central, tragic blueprint for a particular kind of modern marriage, an architecture of emotional distance built with the most sophisticated materials of self-protection, a fortress so expertly constructed that it ultimately imprisons its own architect..."