A sound bite stepped into my head this morning and asked
whether it might be granted an airing on my blog. I said I’d think about it,
and so I have. I decided to accede, with the proviso that all sound bites –
whoever claims their genesis and however wise they might appear to the
undiscerning acolyte – are generalisations which might be tolerated and
accorded a due place in the canon, but never relied upon. This was it:
A promise made in the throes of romantic entanglement is the most likely to be earnestly meant, but the least likely to be vigorously kept.
What I don’t know is whether the author of this sentiment was guided by observation, personal experience, or congenital cynicism.
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