How fleeting are all human passions compared with the massive continuity of ducks.
This is a strange thing to think about, but in these Sayers books I'm reading, everyone drinks coffee/tea/booze by the gallon, but no one ever has to pee. Instead they do things like go out in a boat for hours without getting out. Maybe bladders were bigger back then...
(Also, the title of my post is my all-time favorite quote from any of those books. :D)
(Also, the title of my post is my all-time favorite quote from any of those books. :D)
