The lover’s discourse is not lacking in calculation: I rationalize, I reason, sometime I count, either to obtain certain satisfactions, to avoid certain injures or to represent inwardly to the other, in a wayward impulse, the wealth of ingenuity I lavish for nothing in his favour (to yield, to conceal, not to hurt, to divert, to convince, etc.).
But these calculations are merely impatiences: no thought of a final gain. Expenditure is open, to infinity, strength, drifts, without a goal (the loved object is not a goal: the loved object is an object-as-thing, not an object-as-term).