[Hers] was an existence between heaven and earth... beyond her
stretched as far as the eye could see... an immense space of joys and
passions...[But] did not love, like flowers, need a special soil, a
particular temperature? Sighs by moonlight, long embraces, tears cried into yielding hands...the fevers of the flesh and the langours of tenderness...

Autor: Gustave Flaubert