Pity and Scorn

"Owl in it! Owl in it!" shouted the madman, tearing in vain at his restraints as they carted him away. By now you are familiar with my sordid addiction to noticing that every book I read has an owl in it somewhere. So I hope it is with an admixture of pity and scorn weighted toward the former that you will tolerate this announcement that the protagonist of AND WHEN SHE WAS GOOD lunches at a restaurant called Wit & Wisdom, "depicted [in its logo] as a fox and an owl." I can't help myself. I mean, I could stop reading books, that's not a terrible idea.