"There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something, without a shape or name. I remember that yearning for something that was always about to happen and was never the same as the hands that were on us there and then, in the small of the back, or out back, in the parking lot, or in the television room with the sound turned down and only the pictures flickering over lifting flesh." -Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale