In which FB entertains domestic abuse as romance: "It wasn't that she believed he would humiliate her physically. He wasn't that sort. Or was he? Perhaps. She would probably never know whether he could bring himself to the common, hearty, explosive level of the man on the street who knocks his wife down and then raises her to kiss the bruise his careless fist has made. But the very fact that he was capable of thinking that he could--" ( )