“You’re young. That’s what it is,” Ida said, “romantic. I was like you once. You’ll grow out of it. All you need is a bit of experience.” The Nelson Place eyes stared back at her without understanding. Driven to her hole the small animal peered out at the bright and breezy world; in the hole were murder, copulation, extreme poverty, fidelity and the love and fear of God, but the small animal had not the knowledge to deny that only in the glare and open world outside was something which people called experience.

From Brighton Rock by Graham Greene