“With belles no longer did he fall in love, but dangled after them just anyhow; when they refused, he solaced in a twinkle; when they betrayed, was glad to rest. He would seek them without intoxication, while he left them without regret, hardly remembering their love and spite. Exactly thus does an indifferent guest drive up for evening whist: sits down; then, once the game is over, he drives off from the place, at home falls peacefully asleep, and in the morning does not know himself where he will drive to in the evening.”
Book:Eugene Onegin
