“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
De pessimist ziet het duister in de tunnel De optimist ziet het licht aan het eind van de tunnel De realist ziet de trein komen De machinist ziet drie idioten in het spoor staan....