"Sternberg’s emotional state is now officially one of panic. And the panic is on *top* of the claustrophobia. Source of panic: the car’s jouncing, and the almost prosthetically firm push of Magda’s right breast—they’re that close together—have given him the sort of erection that laughs at the restraining capacity of gabardine the way a hangover laughs at aspirin."
— David Foster Wallace, ‘Westward the Course of Empire Takes Its Way’
