"It seemed incomprehensible to him... that another man would embrace a mass of flesh, stuffed with disgusting food, when there were shoes to be loved, shoes as impersonal and beautiful as the one he now held against his lips; and yet there were: in fact, you couldn't go to the theatre or the movies, or even a walk in a public park, without seeing men and women locked in each other's arms, their lips pressed together.
He lifted his head, his eyes burning with the pure, fierce light of a crusader. A shoe was also flesh in a way, he thought; but it was flesh with the disgusting things taken out."
Excerpt from Cinderella's Slipper (1939) by William March (1893 - 1954).
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