Regrettably, there are moments when a woman doesn't want to know what's what or even where she's going, preferring the unexplored road that looks as if it would end in a perfect little spot for a picnic, although it may well wind up at a garbage dump. The atmospheric winds had already wafted to Lucilla a sniff of something not quite pleasant, but Derek as scenery was still so delightful and novel to look at that she couldn't bear not to continue around the next curve.

-- from The Form Divine (1951)