" He had fallen in love there, with a women too rich, too old and far too beautiful for him and been made a whining fool of.The streets were lined with not only old pillars and thirsty palms, but with the bitter remnants of his childish shame, jealousy weeping injustice. Strange that however tough ones skin becomes in later life the wounds of youth never close. - Shenkt "

― Joe Abercombie