A Good Quote From A Book I'm Reading

She dismounted wearing scuffed boots and dirty jeans and a T-shirt that was overwashed and faded, and at the very sight of her I made an involuntary noise that went, approximately, ohf ... ! I suppose ohf ... ! reflects as poorly on my character as a wolf whistle, but I swear it escaped without premeditation. Strictly a spinal reflex. (My friend Frank once walked around a street corner and came face-to-face with a woman so stunning he yelped "Jesus Christ!" This from a poet and charter member of the local Student Feminist Alliance.)