“And if you can't come into the room without my feeling all over me a ripple of flame, & if, wherever you touch me, a heart beats under your touch, & if, when you hold me, & I don't speak, it's because all the words in me seem to have become throbbing pulses, & all my thoughts are a great golden blur" (Joslin 20).”
―
Edith Wharton,
Ethan Frome [with Biographical Introduction]