If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Hot and Cold
by Roald Dahl
A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.
Said I, not being very old,
'By golly gosh, you must be cold!'
'No, no!' she cried. 'Indeed I'm not!
I'm feeling devilishly hot!'