A Lover’s Discourse. It was expensive, but I bought it at once. Yes, yes, yes, I muttered orgasmically to myself as I read, yes, that’s it exactly. Barthes’ lover knew what it was like to be me. He desired and was foolish and waited and despaired. He was jealous. He recognised the complexity of jealousy. He obliged himself to accept non-exclusive relationships and wondered whether doing so was really an inverted conformism: ‘because I was ashamed to be jealous’.
