" He held her lightly enough and, after the chaste custom of the era, his hands were gloved. But his finger- tips felt a current from her body. He knew that she was the most exquisite child in the world; he knew that he was going to marry her and keep her forever in a shrine; he knew that after years of puzzled wonder about the purpose of life, he had found it. "

― Sinclair Lewis , Dodsworth