He smoked a cigarette, standing in the dark and listening to her undress. She made sea sounds; something flapped like a sail; there was the creak of ropes; then he heard the wave-against-a-wharf smack of rubber on flesh. Her call for him to hurry was a sea-moan, and when he lay beside her, she heaved, tidal, moon-driven.
Nathanael WestBut whether he was happy or not was hard to say. Probably he was neither, just as a plant is neither.
Nathanael WestHe felt as though his heart were a bomb, a complicated bomb that would result in a simple explosion, wrecking the world without rocking it.
Nathanael WestEvery child, everywhere; in the whole world there was not one child who was not gravely, sweetly dancing.
Nathanael West