"every inch of Miles is a mile I'd like to travel"

I've been reading Bujold's Vorkosigan series lately, avoiding my BBYA preconference books. This is tricky - reading Bujold, I mean - because I don't particularly like Miles, the main character. I like his parents, I like his brother, I like his wife and his cousin - but Miles is a tiresomely smug bit of work. I suspect that Bujold fell in love with her own creation, in the same way that Dorothy L. Sayers did with Lord Peter Wimsey (another fictional character who I don't much like - my favorite Sayers is Murder Must Advertise, when Wimsey spends much of the book pretending to be someone else). I'm reading Mirror Dance by Bujold right now, and I like it because Miles is dead. He'll be brought back to life before the book is over, but I'm enjoying the series far more without him.
And in case you're wondering why I read Sayers and Bujold when I don't like their main characters - well, they're good writers, and those aren't so plentiful that I can afford to ignore a few. Kudos to anyone who can tell me where I got the title for this blog entry, btw.