R. D. Blackmore,
Lorna Doone — 42. The great winter
(1869)
“ For (if you come to think of it) a man's young love is very pleasant, very sweet, and tickling; and takes him through the core of heart; without his knowing how or why. Then he dwells upon it sideways, without people looking, and builds up all sorts of fancies, growing hot with working so at his own imaginings. So his love is a crystal Goddess, set upon an obelisk; and whoever will not bow the knee (yet without glancing at her) , the lover makes it a sacred rite either to kick or to stick him. I am not speaking of me and Lorna, but of common people. ”
