It’s interesting when you’re in your thirties and you’re not the same pretty boy that you were when you were 21. I think people’s anger at themselves getting older is projected on to you because you become a symbol of that.
Martinsson took his notebook out of his pocket and slammed it down on the desk. It was as if he had pulled out a rabbit out of an invisble hat. Wallander could feel himself getting irritated. Martinsson dramatic gestures could be trying. The Dogs of Riga (p. 44)