It is strange how passion held in restraint bursts, so to speak, upwards into the very musculature of the human body, as if it musts at all costs exteriorise itself. The heavy rope-like muscles of Manoli's body, already swollen and contorted by rheumatism, have further tightened under the pressure of unexpressed feeling and of shock. It is as if in some old house, ruined by damp, the arterial system - the plumbing - had been revealed by a fallen wall, or the incursions of damp or snow. Yet he crouches limply, hands unclenched, gazing with a dumb and sightless longing at the boy stretched under the blanket. It as if someone had drawn a wet sponge across everything else in the world leaving only this circle of fading light and the characters which peopled it as the whole content of his thoughts.
Lawrence Durrell, Reflections on a Marine Venus: A Companion to the Landscape of Rhodes, Faber & Faber, 2000 (1ª ed: 1953).