We went into a movie and he kissed me for the first time. We kissed right through it. Coming to life in a movie house on West Fourth Street is an apotheosis I’d have to leave to one of those mad seventeenth-century mystics like Herbert or Vaughn to do justice to. It’s the end.
"Now let’s kiss somewhere else," said Max.
Elaine Dundy, The Dud Avocado.