"The world was suddenly immensely valuable. Everything seemed to have more significance; every moment seemed to have a hinterland of possibility; we might go for dinner somewhere; we might just talk; we might lie in one another's arms in her room in that flat; might watch the clouds again through the skylight. Even London itself - that great, straggling city with its washed-out, second-hand air, was somehow rendered brilliant and exciting. That's the curious thing about love, isn't it? It makes very ordinary things seem special. It makes them seem so much more valuable than they really are."