"The thermometer stood at eighty-four: that was satisfactory but I was confident it could do better.
Not a drop of rain had fallen since I came to Brandham Hall. I was in love with the heat, I felt for it what the convert feels for his new religion. I was in league with it, and half believed that for my sake it might perform a miracle.
...In the heat the senses, the mind, the heart, the body, all told a different tale. One felt another person, one was another person."
From The Go-Between
by L.P. Hartley, this month's Cornflower Book Group book.