There is something in the living presence of a woman; a beauty that cannot be shown in pictures or beheld with the eye, and which those men who are enamoured with the kind of beauty that can be captured by a camera do not and cannot comprehend. And though you cannot touch her or even talk to her, simply being in the same room will give to your heart a pleasure like the sensation when a beloved one runs her fingers along your neck, half a tickle and half a caress. There is nothing in the world that is half so lovely.