with an expression of rapture, but of rapture in which there was no trace of agitation or excitement-for to be excited is still to be unsatisfied. Hers was the calm ecstasy of achieved consummation, the peace, not of the mere vacant satiety and nothingness, but of balanced life, of energies at rest and equilibrium. A rich and living peace.
She was full, she was made perfect, she was still more than merely herself. 'Didn't you think it was wonderful?' she insisted, looking into his face with those supernaturally shining eyes.
[A.H - Brave New World]
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