She had been, as I say, drinking all afternoon and she suddenly howled, ‘Ten o'clock! It's ten o'fucking clock! Why doesn't he come? Why in God's name doesn't he come?’ Something along those lines.

Further examples of the same effect could be seen in sudden deepenings of depressions over the warmer than normal eastern Atlantic in the 1968-9 winter: the consequence was interruptions of the cold weather prevailing in Britain […]

Whither now the DUP?

I, by Love's limbec, am the grave / Of all that's nothing.