No one would think of bringing a dog into church. For though a dog is all very well on a gravel path, and shows no disrespect to flowers, the way he wanders down an aisle, looking, lifting a paw, and approaching a pillar with a purpose that makes the blood run cold with horror ... a dog destroys the service completely.
Virginia WoolfIt is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.
Virginia Woolf