Lucien Virellion had a theory about boredom.
Boredom, he believed, was not the absence of stimulation. Boredom was the presence of too much stimulation that was all exactly the same — the same conversations, the same ballrooms, the same women who wanted the same thing, which was a Virellion name and a Virellion fortune and the particular, intoxicating proximity to power that came from sharing a bed with a creature that could kill you with its teeth.
