Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [635]

And when the familiar brownish-pink gills appeared in ray room, I confess I was glad. She sat down, modestly smoothed out the fold of her unif which fell between her knees, quickly plastered me all over with her smiles, a piece on every crack— and I felt myself pleasantly, firmly bound. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 635

Note

The chilling physical metaphor for domestic comfort and psychological imprisonment, where affection functions as a kind of masonry.