"The driver started up the street. I settled back. Brett moved close to me. We sat close against each other. I put my arm around her and she rested against me comfortably. It aws very hot and bright, and the houses looked sharply white. We turned out onto thr Gran Via.
'Oh, Jake', Brett said, 'we could have had such a damned good time together.'
Ahead was a mounted policeman in a khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
'Yes.' I said. 'Isn't it pretty to think so?'"

"Fiesta: The Sun Also Rises", Ernest Hemingway