" Resting my head on the high-backed chair, I silently marvel at emotion so strong it
can quite literally chase away all reason and good sense. It is something I have never
experienced. I pity Frances for being victim to such devastating passions. But, if I am
honest, a small part of me envies her, for she possesses something that I should: desire
for my husband. Moreover, she knows what it is to feel alive. "

― , The Anatomy of Desire