The more research you do, the more at ease you are in the world you're writing about. It doesn't encumber you, it makes you free.
Dorothy was in that state human beings passed through at the beginning of a love affair, in which they desire to say anything and everything to the beloved, to the alter ego, before they have learned what the real Other can and can't understand, can and can't accept.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote describes the initial phase of a love affair where both individuals are eager to share everything with each other without fully understanding how much can be accepted.
In this quote, A. S. Byatt highlights the excitement and vulnerability that accompany the early stages of romantic relationships. It captures the intensity of emotions and the eagerness to connect on a deep level, while also acknowledging the eventual reality that comes with truly knowing another person—understanding their limits, preferences, and capacity for acceptance. This phase is often filled with idealism, as individuals express their innermost thoughts and feelings in the hopes of forging a meaningful bond.
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In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a romantic movie to depict the early stages of a relationship.
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