You know sometimes how people fall head over heels for a voice. And they go on and on and on about the voice -the amazing sound of that voice -the magic of that voice…. Yes, on and on and on again. It happens to me. True, right in the middle of the afternoon, and as I heard “the” voice, I saw them -the hair jumping out of my skin –the blood in my veins pumping up to a sprint -and without some good self-control… I would have simply… killed that guy. That’s it. I’ve found my nemesis, the voice which can call the worst out of me…
A Fish on a Hill 