"They began to make love against the library shelves which creaked with their movement. It is common enough at such times to fantasize arriving in a remote high place. He imagined himself strolling on a smooth, rounded mountain summit, suspended between two higher peaks. He was in an unhurried, reconnoitering mood, with time to go to a rocky edge and take a glimpse of the near-vertical scree down which he would shortly have to thrown himself. It was a temptation to leap into clear space now, but he was a man of the world and he could walk away and wait. It was not easy, for he was being drawn back and he had to resist ... She was calling to him, inviting him, murmuring in his ear. Exactly so. They would jump together. He was wit her now, peering into an abyss, and they saw how the scree plunged down through the cloud. Hand in hand, they would fall backward."
