Here was a good opening for a conversation unweighted by polite fictions, and I unhesitatingly accepted it.
"The House by the Lock"
C. N. Williamson
Nor had her woman's consciousness to play the chrysalis in any shy recesses of her heart; she was nowhere veiled or torpid; she was illumined, like the Salvatore she saw in the evening beams and mounted in the morning's; and she had not a spot of seeresy; all her nature flew and bloomed; she was bird, flower, flowing river, a quivering sensibility unweighted, enshrouded.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith
You seem to start anew in the race, and unweighted, too.
"The Bramleighs Of Bishop's Folly"
Charles James Lever