Thomas Mann. Death in Venice (№ 369587)

There is nothing more weird and awkward than the relationship of people who know each other only in person: meeting, Vidyas daily, sometimes hourly, they, by the will of etiquette or their own whim, have, not bowing, to observe a mine on the face of indifference, even of strangeness. Although it is actually their long connects the thread of mutual concern, the excitement of curiosity, almost itching natural, but not satisfied, suppressed the need to meet and get to know each other, and, as a consequence, even a kind of shadowed respect. Because man loves and esteems another, as long as it is not able to judge it with the mind, so that love stems only from lack of knowledge.