To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary peopl
e, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the click
ing of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with t
he breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with
the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter.
He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of
her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the sp
ell.
By Love in the Time of cholera