It’s neurology and anatomy and hormones, inside the skull and below the belt. It’s soaring music and glowing art. It’s intimately personal and cosmically spiritual. It’s sensual pleasure. It’s high-minded sacrifice. It’s the survival of our species. And it’ll be the death of ya.

In 1929, the great American songwriter Cole Porter was only the latest to pose the riddle: “What is this thing called love?” » More …