From "Star Signs for Lovers" by Robert Worth, Sphere Books Ltd, 1980
This one gropes, can't steer. Impulse propels, lack of restraint adds to the speed, lack of intuition takes this one too far out. There are catastrophes, entanglements. It's all a blind search, a waste of energy. Romance doesn't sustain, can't build. Something haunts, something is anti-climactic. The party is over but this one can't stop dancing.