Det är märkligt hur Michael Douglas under en period i början av nittiotalet tycktes förkroppsliga Begäret på teve och vita duken. Med spjärn mot väggar och köksbänkar frustade han sig in i många tonåriga medvetanden. Synd att inte Vita Sackville-Wests ord fick ta plats där istället:
"I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You with all your undumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn't even feel it. And yet I believe you'll be sensible of a little gap. But you'd clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal."