" Makes both of us good,” Susan said. “We are hounds for the truth.” “Woof,” I said. We sat with our shoulders touching and our backs to the land, and ate our lunch, and drank our wine, and felt the pull of the ocean’s implacable kinesis. “Should we walk back to the White Barn and have a nap?” I said. “And afterwards a swim in the pool, and cocktails, and dinner?” “Is ‘nap’ a euphemism for something more active?” Susan said. “The two are not mutually exclusive,” I said. “No,” Susan. “But it’s important that they don’t coincide. "
― Robert B. Parker , Bad Business (Spenser, #31)