At last came a lady both knowing and tender,
Saying, "you're not at all what they take you to be."
I betrayed her before she had quite finished speaking,
And she swallowed cold poison and jumped in the sea.
And I say to myself when there's time for a word,
As I gracefully grow more debauched and depraved,
Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger
And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved.
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn