Twitches, those slight physical reactions which command attention outside our will, reveal our intimate concerns. They leave us exposed, wide-open like books, ready to be read. When intimate concerns become public matter, we restrain ourselves, censor our movements, and thus risk insincerity: our actions become mere acting; but our twitches can never be fully controlled: they reveal the disturbing bodily truth about love.
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