Was it Donne, George Eliot, Jane Austen? No - Sigmund Freud, of coursePreparing to give a talk about my book, The Anatomy of Love, my attention strayed, the way that it does on a dark afternoon. I found myself wondering which writer had taught me most about that unruly emotion.I know, I know: the question I should really have posed was which lover or partner or child had taught me most, but love is one of those emotions through which imagination and story play, alongside the body. It's impossible, even I suspect on a neurochemical register, wholly to isolate the experience from the many narratives that feed into it. We are creatures of language, and it shapes even our desire ...