'...She knew Lionel like the inside of her bag - and when he read those articles in the Economist he was just the same as he used to be on his pot - couldn't bear to be disturbed. Yet if you had the courage to face his screams when you moved him - and potted him in a different place[,] then he was often happier than ever. And so it would be here when he got settled in. The smallest novelty made him feel insecure. That's why he liked all this psychology: by inviting these weird monkey-gods into his garden - he could pat them on their polysyllabic heads and feel secure from them. Id indeed - three letters were missing if you asked her.'
from Marching with April by Hugo Charteris (Chapter 23)
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