»Must get out of this habit, he told himself [..] He had to get out of this bloody stupid habit of falling in love the way a cat bats at a bit of string. It's embarrasing and it's got to stop. It wouldn't be quite so bad if just once he had the guts at least to try and make something of it, but he never did. The string twitched, he batted, missed, and immediately panicked and hid under the table till the danger went away. Pathetic.«
Tom Holt - The Portable Door

[Woran es nur liegen mag, dass die besseren Beobachtungen meist in der Trivialliteratur zu finden sind.]