A Hero of Our Time (Lermontov)

"I am like a guest at a ball, who yawns but does not go home to bed, simply because his carriage has not come for him. But now the carriage is here."

'n Held wat stadig maar seker meer en meer monster word (terwyl hy die girls se harte breek) - maar ai so glamorous bly. Ek dink die boek se tyd is verby, voel 'n bietjie aanmekaar gelap.