it
does
convey
a
part
of
what
is
involved.
Here,
they
call
it
‘la
petite
mort’
which
would
translate
to
the
little
death,
and
I
find
it
to
be
a
very
apt
name.
As
soon
as
the
explosion
of
the
orgasm
is
over,
there
is
a
contraction,
a
drawing
inward
of
the
senses.
To
some,
any
intrusion
from
the
outside
at
this
point
is
unwelcome,
be
it
the
touch
of
a
loving
hand.
The
brain
is
rejecting
external
stimulation
after
the
intensity
of
the
internal
stimulation
it
just
underwent.
It
is
as
if
one
were
seeking
a
form
of
sensory
depravation
to
allow
the
immense
feeling
of
well-‐being
that
follows
the
orgasm
to
pervade
the
body
unhindered.
The
body
is
at
once
suffused
with
comfort
and
completely
raw
and
defenseless.
Every
sound,
touch,
smell,
if
not
blocked,
is
amplified
to
the
point
of
overwhelming.
We
are
blind,
deaf,
trembling,
defenseless,
at
the
mercy
of
everything,
floating
in
an
ether
of
pleasure
where
gentle
waves
that
are
the
echoes
of
the
orgasm
wash
over
you
in
a
slowly
receding
tide
which
as
it
wanes
takes
you
back
ever
so
gently
to
the
reality
you
left
when
the
orgasm
started.”
He
felt
that
they
had
moved
and
paused
briefly
to
listen
to
her
breathing
in
his
ear.
“Of
course,
this
is
only
the
way
things
can
progress
naturally
if
uninhibited.
Needless
to
say
that
there
are
a
lot
of
men
who
could
not
allow
this
to
happen.
It
is
a
loss
of
control
that
is
nearly
total
and
which
we
all
learn
early
on
to
harness,
one
way
or
the
other.”
“So
you
can
stop
it?”
“In
essence,
yes.
You
can
regain
mastery
of
yourself.”
He
wondered
where
they
were.
“How
do
you
do
that?
You
seemed
to
describe
something
very
powerful.”
“Powerful
it
is,
especially
once
it
has
begun,
but
a
spell
that
can
be
broken
nonetheless.
You
see,
it
proceeds
from
a
removal.
The
orgasm
takes
you
away
from
where
and
even
who-‐with
you
are
for
a
few
instants,
but
you
can
pretty
much
beam
yourself
back
at
any
time,
it
is
just
a
question
of
will.
With
a
sometimes
tremendous
effort
you
can
grasp
on
to
outside
stimulus
with
a
conscious
effort
and
use
it
to
stay
in
the
room,
so
to
speak.
Did
you
ever
read
that
Matheson
book,
‘Somewhere
in
Time’?”
And
of
course
they
were
in
a
hotel
room.
“Is
that
the
one
where
he
falls
in
love
with
a
singer
or
an
actress
that
died
a
century
before?”
she
asked.
“Precisely.
Well
the
character
is
in
that
place
at
the
end,
everything
is
going
his
way,
the
dream
is
flesh,
and
he
sticks