Along with that he was troubled by a constant recurrence of his thoughts
to Sophie Carr. Nor was it a matter of wonder at her bookish knowledge,
her astonishing vocabulary, her ability to think and to express her
thoughts concisely. He conceded that she was a remarkable young woman in
that respect. It was not her intellectual capacity which concerned him
greatly, but the sunny aureole of her hair, the smiling curve of her
lips, the willowy pliancy of her well-developed body. Just to think of
her meant a colorful picture, a vision that filled him with uneasy
restlessness, with vague dissatisfaction, with certain indefinable
longings.
He was quite unable to define to himself the purport of these remarkable
symptoms.