"'My God! To be happy, to be loved, is that all there is to it?' Such was Julien's first thought when he got back to his room. He was in that state of amazement and deep uneasiness into which a soul descends when it gets what it has desired for a long time. Such a soul, in the habit of desiring, now finds no more desire but has as yet no memories. Like a soldier coming off parade, Julien was studiously occupied in reviewing all the details of his conduct.
'Did I let myself down in any way? Have I played may part well?'
What part? That of a man who is accustomed to shine in front of women."
The Red and the Black, Stendhal (M-H B)