"It's no use pretending that you are an ordinary woman. Quite clearly, like this pen, you are not. I don't mean for a second that you are in any way comparable with a pen. And yet you are, like this divine pen you are heavy and light at the same time... How [to] watch the puritanical face relax into slow lust? How to watch that watch catch its breath, and, for a speck of a speck of a millionth of second, become the animal that all men seek for in their women?"
Furious Love