"What could I do but send him away? This is where men, even the trustiest, fail us. Their heart is never so wholly given to any matter but that some trifle of a meal, or a drink, or a sleep, or a joke, or a girl, may come in between them and it (even if you are a queen) you'll get no more good out of them till they've had their way."


-Orual- Till We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis