Still in the setting of the sexual comparison/contrast to the literary:
If one wanted to depict the whole thing graphically, every episode, with its climax, would require a three-dimensional model, perhaps four-dimensional, or rather, no model: every experience is unrepeatable. What makes lovemaking and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open, different from measurable time and space. (p. 156)
That gap in time, that near-loss of awareness except for the focus on pleasure–in the sexual act–or in the missing stages of story that bring one to a new point that is recognizable yet obvious in that it is not contiguous with what has just been read.
Sex as white space.