If you were walking across a plain, had every intention of advancing and still went backwards, then it would be a desperate matter; but since you are clambering up a steep slope, about as steep as you yourself are when viewed from below, your backward movement can only be caused by the nature of the ground, and you should not despair.

~ Franz Kafka, The Collected Aphorisms

I'd like to marry all of my close friends,
And live in a big house together by an angry sea.