It’s easy to be foolish, he thought. It’s dead simple, really. All you have to be is human and to allow yourself to do the human things, like fall in love with somebody when you know there’s no point and when you know, too, that it’s just going to make you unhappy. It’s better to be stoic — to be one of those people who manage to keep themselves to themselves, who manage to avoid letting go and becoming entangled in something they know from experience is going to cause unhappiness. Or is it?
p. 87, Trains and Lovers, Alexander Maccoll Smith