You know how certain kinds of music will beat everything out of your  consciousness except a wild delirium of joy; how love of a woman will  take up every cranny of space in your being,—and fill the universe  beside,—so that people who are not en rapport with the strains that delight you, or with the beauty that enthralls you, seem pitiable  creatures, not in touch with the Divine Harmony, with Supreme 
 Loveliness.