“For this young girl, for this heavy-hearted woman, the moment had a sharp and unforgettable taste. And I, thought Francoise, just a spectator. But this jazz and the taste of this whisky, and these orange-colored lights, these are not mere stage effects, there must be some way of finding a use for them! But what? In Elisabeth’s fierce, tense soul, the music was gently transformed into hope; Xaviere transmuted it into a passionate expectation; and Francoise alone found nothing in herself that harmonized with the plaintive sound of the saxophone. She searched for a desire, a regret; but behind her and before her there stretched a radiant and cloudless happiness.”
from She Came to Stay by Simone de Beauvoir