The pleasure itself...

Rosemary shed tears again when she heard of the mishap - altogether it had been
a watery day, but she felt that she had learned something, though exactly what
it was she did not know. Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as
happy - one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link
between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure
itself...They had many fine times together, fine talks between the loves of the
white nights, but always when he turned away from her into himself he left her
holding Nothing in her hands and staring at it, calling it many names, not
knowing it was only the hope that hewould come back soon.

'Tender is the Night'
F.Scott Fitzgerald

books, F.Scott Fitzgerald