Foundation and Empire (Foundation, #2)

by Isaac Asimov

“Were I to use the wits the good Spirits gave me,” he said, “then I would say this lady cannot exist—for what sane man would hold a dream to be reality. Yet rather would I not be sane and lend belief to charmed, enchanted eyes.”

Married life had taught Toran the futility of arguing with a female in a dark-brown mood.