28 April 2010, 19.33 CET
By the time they had lived seven years in the little house on Greentree Avenue in Westport, Connecticut, they both detested it. There were many reasons, none of them logical, but all of them compelling. For one thing, the house had a kind of evil genius for displaying proof of their weaknesses and wiping out all traces of their strengths.
—Sloan Wilson, The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit (1955)