"She sat up in bed, wearing a white nylon dressing-gown. He loved her when the duenna was there, and he loved her even more when the duenna was absent: he couldn't afford the time not to love. It was as if he had come with her a little way on a journey that she would finish alone. The separating years approached them both, like a station down the line, all gain for her and all loss for him." - Graham Greene, Our Man in Havana


what you are on about so...for those 'uninitiated' in goodoledayspeak; the bit you're looking for is at 01:16 roughly. (It's wonderful work - oh to be a studio cartoonist...in my next life.)