"Now as they lay all that before had been shielded was unshielded. Where there had been roughness of fabric all was smooth with a smoothness and firm rounded pressing and a long warm coolnes, cool outside and warm within, long and light and tours, happy-making, young and loving and now all warmly smooth with a hollowing, chest-aching, tight-held loneliness that was such that he felt that he could not stand it and he said, 'Hast thou loved others?'
'Never.'

                                                                             --For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway