Tender is the Night
Franz relaxed – or rather assumed the posture of one relaxed. "Now tell me about yourself and your plans?"
"I’ve only got one, Franz, and that’s to be a good psychologist – maybe to be the greatest one that ever lived" (2.4.21).
"Honestly, you don’t understand – I haven’t heard a thing."
Nor known, nor smelt, nor tasted, he might have added; only hot- cheeked girls in hot secret rooms. […] Now there was this scarcely saved waif of disaster bringing him the essence of a continent (2.5.40).
"I know I wouldn’t be fit to marry any one for a long time," she said humbly.
Tangled with love in the moonlight she welcomed the anarchy of her lover (3.8.94).