From Harvard Prof extraordinare Joseph Nye's new book, The Power Game:
"Alexa led me to the bed in the middle of the enormous room and pulled me down beside her. I kissed her breasts and ran my hand between her thighs. She gripped my shoulders tightly. Unlike the first time I made love to Alexa, when the ecstasy had been eroded by a sense of anxiety and uncertainty, I was sucked into this moment as quickly and completely as if I had placed my feet in quicksand. Memories from years ago blended with intense physical excitement in a driving, pounding torrent of passion."
What could be worse than that? Apparently, a story written by an International Relations specialist:
"Diane had longed to bandwagon with Jack since their first year in grad school. In their own prisoner's dilemma, she now knew that she wanted more than just tit-for-tat -- she had to have Jack's grim trigger.
It was taboo for her, as a realist, not to prefer balancing. If word got out, her reputation was ruined. But Jack's social constructivism was too seductive for her feeble rationalist defenses.
"Oh... Jack," she whispered into his ear, "I give in -- reconstitute my identity!"
He smiled and slowly began his discourse...
Afterwards, she turned to him and purred, "Now that's what I call utility maximization." He laughed.
Then her tone changed. "Seriously, I've never had such a shared meaning with anyone before. It was so.... intersubjective."