Almost all human affairs are tedious. Everything is too long. Visits, dinners, concerts, plays, speeches, pleadings, essays, sermons, are too long. Pleasure and business labour equally under this defect, or, as I should rather say, this fatal superabundance.
The living together for three long, rainy days in the country has done more to dispel love than all the perfidies in love that have ever been committed.