"Lying back down, Montalbano started elegizing on the disappearance of the transitional seasons. Where had they gone? Swept up like everything else by the ever faster rhythum of human existence, they too had adjusted. Realizing they represented a pause, they had died out, because nowadays no pause can ever be granted by this increasingly frenzied rat race and the endless verbs that feed it: living, eating, studying...producing, zapping...Endless verbs that last only, however, a nanosecond, the twinkling of an eye. But weren't there once other verbs as well? To think, to meditate, to listen, and--why not?--to loaf, to daygream, to wander. . . "
- from The Smell of the Night by Andrea Camilleri
[Inspector Montalbano is a detective in a series by Camilleri set in Sicily. Very enjoyable books, quick reads. Might be liked particularly by Donna Leon fans]