Edwin Herbert Lewis, White Lightning
“ In Jean’s mind they met no such fate. The indescribable glow, far too delicate and luminous to be called red, was to her the actual glow of atoms. She did not attribute the color to her mind. What she longed for was keener senses to see into the heart of things.And if she was inclined to agree with Heraclitus, it is hardly necessary to ascribe her feeling to her wintry isolation or her longing for Marvin’s warm clasp. It is human nature to love the fire that burns in its own veins.She often reflected that anything will burn. Nothing is so solid or so wet but it can fade away in heat. ”
