Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.
George Eliot (2016). “The Mill on the Floss: Top Novelist Focus”, p.391, 谷月社
