Babies and travel: eveything else is death and drudgery
"And I'd disliked her sighs. She sighed too much, I announced to myself one day, and worse, her sighs were weary, were groaning and exhausted, the sigh of an old person who'd sen everything and couldn't believe she was now being held, at the end of a journey she could never describe. The sighs were withering, were mood-killing, and finally I complained about Charlotte's sighs, to no avail. She'd responded with another sigh and that, I now know, was the end of the end.
"I was a fool."
- Dave Eggers, You Shall Know Our Velcity!