The Breast

by Philip Roth

Reflect upon eternity, consider, if you are up to it, oblivion, and everything becomes a wonder.

that provided us the warmth and security of each other’s affections, without the accompanying dependence, or the grinding boredom, or the wild, unfocused yearning, or the round-the-clock strategies of deception and placation which seemed to have soured all but a very few of the marriages we knew.