“It is so much easier to tell intimate things in the dark.”
Book I: The Suburb, Ch. IV http://books.google.com/books?id=ByhFAAAAIAAJ&q=%22It+is+so+much+easier+to+tell+intimate+things+in+the+dark%22&pg=PA21#v=onepage
Casuals of the Sea (1916)
“And what are those things at all?”
demands my companion, diverted for a moment from the flowers. She nods towards a mass of dull-green affairs piled on mats or being lifted from big vans. She is a Cockney and displays surprise when she is told those things are bananas. She shrugs and turns again to the musk-roses, and forgets. But to me, as the harsh, penetrating odor of the green fruit cuts across the heavy perfume of the flowers, comes a picture of the farms in distant Colombia or perhaps Costa Rica. There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.
The Market