"See what I mean?" she said.
She'd become so beautiful it defied understanding. Never had I feasted my eyes on such beauty. Beauty of a variety I'd never imagined existed. As expansive as the entire universe, yet as dense as a glacier. Unabashedly excessive, yet at the same time pared down to an essence. It transcended all concepts within the boundaries of my awareness. She was at one with her ears, gliding down the oblique face of time like a protean beam of light.
"You're extraordinary," I said, after catching my breath.
"I know," she said. "These are my ears in their unblocked state."
Several of the other customers were now turned our way, staring agape at her. The waiter who came over with more espresso couldn't pour properly. Not a soul uttered a word. Only the reels on the tape deck kept slowly spinning.
- Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase