“He knew that there was passion there, but there was no shadow of it in
her eyes or on her mouth; there was a faint spray of champagne on her
breath. She clung nearer desperately and once more he kissed her and was
chilled by the innocence of her kiss, by the glance that at the moment
of contact looked beyond him out into the darkness of the night, the
darkness of the world.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
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