“ In the theatre their hands would steal together, join, give and return gentle pressures through the long dark; in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other’s eyes—not knowing that they were but following in the footsteps of dusty generations but comprehending dimly that if truth is the end o life happiness is a mode of it, to be cherished in its brief and tremulous moment.
— The Beautiful and Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald
