"The clean sleek creature arose from its fleece --- how perfectly like Aphrodite rising from the foam, should have been seen to be realized --- looking startled and shy at the loss of its garment, which lay on the floor in one soft cloud, united throughout, the portion visible being the inner surface only, which, never before exposed, was white as snow and without flaw or blemish of minutest kind." 

--- Thomas Hardy, the sheep-shearing, in "Far from the Madding Crowd."