“When you, a shadow in a school girl’s uniform, stepped out of the darkness of the hotel room’s depths, I, a boy who knew nothing about you, understood with all the torment of a force that answered yours: this slight, skinny girl is charged to the utmost as electricity, with all conceivable femininity in the world. If you go near her or touch her with your finger, a spark will light up the room and either kill you on the spot or electrify you for your whole life with a magnetically attractive, plaintive craving, and sorrow.
My whole being was astonished and asked if it’s so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.”
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
Maverick Mist 