She looked playful and eager, but not quite sure of herself, like a new kitten in a house where they don’t much care about kittens. – Lady In The Lake
The correct answer is ‘all of the above’.
Love is like a blind rhinoceros crashing around bumping into trees.
“Trout, is that you?”
“Splendid. Bring me a brandy. That would hit the spot.”
“Very good, sir.”
“While you’re at it, replace the flowers in that vase. A bit bedraggled, don’t you think? And bring me my argyle socks, you know the ones. And my green scarf. A bit chilly in here, what? You might remind Cook to slice the cucumbers thinner. There’s nothing more annoying than thick cucumber slices. Rather barbarian, I’d say. Run along now, there’s a good chap.”
Trout withdraws and carefully closes the door. He looks left and right down the hall. Seeing no one, he shudders first to a cringe, then erupts into a wild rage of spinning dance, clenched fists waving, mouth open wide in silent scream. After a healthy moment, he subsides, composes himself, smooths his hair, and with firm purpose moves off to fulfill his duties.