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Drive drives the subject beyond his own boundaries. As long as it is merely a matter of desire, life is a bed of roses, there is laughter and tears and, above all, talk. This is the safe side of the road!
Beyond a desire for another person, I am both attracted and repelled by jouissance— can I allow myself to be the passive object of pleasure, can I become active in relation to this jouissance? It is no longer even clear whose pleasure is involved, whether it is my own or that of another. This very vagueness, this lack of words, is a source of attractiveness.
All someone has to do is be considered a mysterious, or even a dangerous source of pleasure and he/she at once becomes the centre of attraction toward whom everything flows, or conversely, from whom everything flees.

Paul Verhaeghe, Love In A Time Of Loneliness, pp.168-169