She struck up a fire in me. A fire: what is remarkable about that?
If a fire goes out, you strike a match and start another one. That is how I used to think. Yet in the olden days, people worshipped fire. They thought twice before letting a flame die, a flame-god. It was that kind of flame your daughter kindled in me. Not hot enough to burn me up, but real: real fire.
David Lurie confesses to Melanie Issacs’ father in “Disgrace” by J.M. Coetzee.