'...joy will not have herself ordered about like mutton or coal, of which any rich person can get as much as he chooses to pay for: she shies away from blunt or importunate wooing. All the "beauty spots" of Europe have always been haunted by the dull faces of rich suitors who have estranged her. You meet them in every hotel that guide-books term "first-class"; the plaint they make aloud is commonly about the food, but what they really mean is that streams have run dry in themselves and the choric spheres have got out of tune.'
from The Right Place by CE Montague (Chapter VI, Part V)
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