Is it possible to fall in love over a dish of onions? It seems improbable and yet I could swear it was just then that I fell in love. It wasn't, of course, simply the onions — it was that sudden sense of an individual woman, of a frankness that was so often later to make me happy and miserable. I put my hand under the cloth and laid it on her knee, and her hand came down and held mine in place. I said, "It's a good steak," and heard like poetry her reply, "It's the best I've ever eaten."A writer worthy of his name (it rolls off the tongue so very nicely!). The Heart of the Matter is up next; I've always loved that title.
--The End of the Affair, Graham Greene