The image accompanying this post is a lamp from a hotel room in which I stayed recently. It requires no further comment, I hope.
I find this quote to be so very, very true:
“I have noticed that in books this sort of stalemate never seems to occur; the authors are so anxious to move their stories forward (however wooden they may be, advancing like market carts with squeaking wheels that are never still, though they go only to dusty villages where the charm of the country is lost and the pleasures of the city will never be found) that there are no such misunderstandings, no refusals to negotiate. The assassin who holds a dagger to his victim’s neck is eager to discuss the whole matter, and at any length the victim or the author may wish.”
—The Sword of the Lictor, Gene Wolfe