Quotation of the week:

"He knew then what it was that Liz had given him; the thing that he would have to go back and find if ever he got home to England: it was the caring about little things - the faith in ordinary life; that simplicity that made you break up a bit of bread into a paper bag, walk down to the beach and throw it to the gulls. It was this respect for triviality which he had never been allowed to possess: whether it was bread for the sea gulls or love, whatever it was he would go back and find it; he would make Liz find it for him."

--John Le Carre, "The Spy Who Came In from the Cold."

(Heh...I first mistyped that as "the seagulls OF love." There are all kinds of horrible jokes I could make about that but I think the quotation is so sweet - and so true in a lot of respects, that idea of "faith in ordinary life," that I won't sully it with them here.)