'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 ago I was right out; now I've got loads, too much, more than I can handle. I which I could spread it 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 problem though, so I simply point to where I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues.
Hornby, Nick. High fidelity. Pag. 59. Penguin Books, 2000.
