" He fathomed her, enclosed her. He did not see, or did not care to see, how her submissiveness moved and drew him, nor how now, through the steaming, suffocating baths of mist, she led him, and he followed, though the rainbows under the clear water were lost. "

― Sylvia Plath , Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose and Diary Excerpts