It's like the greyhound at the dog
track chasing the rabbit.
Not exact matches
What if the prospect of finding an ever - more - compatible mate with the click of a mouse means a future of relationship instability, in which we keep
chasing the elusive
rabbit around the dating
track?
It's about an old greyhound who spent his days at a race
track chasing a mechanical
rabbit.
The whole discussion reminds me of that WB cartoon where the greyhounds (actively managed funds) are
chasing an electronic
rabbit (passively managed funds) around the
track.