The Ancient Mariner seizes the guest at the wedding feast and will not let go until he has told all his story: the prototype of the bore.
Boredom, not the will, is the mother of change. Necessity is the father.
Anxiety and lust are evicting the older passions.
Promiscuity is like never reading past the first page. Monogamy is like reading the same book over and over.
The passion for money is never fickle.
In new situations, I look carefully at appearances. In familiar ones, I glance.