Me (jokingly while going through the bookshelves in my old room at my parents' house): Hey, look! Here's David Copperfield. You said you want to read some Dickens. Want to take it back to Charlotte?
Husband (enthusiastically): Yeah, I do actually.
Me (perplexed): Have you seen it? It's falling apart it's so old.
Husband (pragmatically): That's perfect. I prefer to read it in volumes.
Such great perspective.