Born today was Edith Wharton.
Did you read like me with a fine-toothed comb
Her novel for high school book reportin',
The tragic tale of Ethan Frome?
"He knew that most young men made nothing at all of giving a pretty girl a kiss, and he remembered that the night before, when he had put his arm about Mattie, she had not resisted. But that had been out-of-doors, under the open irresponsible night. Now, in the warm lamplit room, with all its ancient implications of conformity and order, she seemed infinitely farther away from him and more unapproachable." [from "Ethan Frome"]