Next to the blues*

"Have you got any soul?" a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, i feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days a go i was right out; now i've got loads, too much, more than i can handle. I wish i could spread it a bit more evenly, i want to tell her, get a better balance, but i can't seem to get it sorted. I can see she wouldn't be interested in my internal stock control problems though, so i simply point to where i keep the soul i have, right by the exit, just next to the blues.


- De High Fidelity, Nick Hornby.