“ Your person, your slightest movements seemed to me to possess a superhuman importance in the world. My heart used to rise like the dust in your footsteps. The effect you had on me was that of a moonlit night in summer, when all is perfume, soft shadows, pale light, and infinite horizons. For me your name contained all the delights of flesh and spirit, and I repeated it again and again, trying to kiss it with my lips. I imagined nothing beyond your name… That picture blotted out all the others. Why, I didn’t so much as give them a thought, since in the depths of myself I always had the music of your voice and the splendour of your eyes. ”
The orgasmic beauty of language. Frederic Moreau to Madame Arnoux. Gustave Flaubert - Sentimental Education.
