While I watched him, his hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear, he turned toward her with a sudden rush of feeling. I think that feverish, exciting voice of hers held him most, because it couldn't be dreamed – that voice was a deathless song.

—— F· Scott FitzgeraldThe Great Gatsby

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