"Of course we have romance. Everyone can see how useful romance is. Even the newspapers like romance. They should; they have helped create it, it is their daily doses of world malaise that poison the heart and the mind to such a degree that a strong antidote is required to save what humanness is left in us. I am not a machine, there is only so much and no more that I can absorb of the misery of my kind, when my tears are exhaused a dullness takes their place, and out of that dullness a terrible callousness, so that I look on suffering and feel it not." Jeanette Winterson, Art and Lies.