Drinking-and-driving violates the law.

I see now that, hobbled by hobby, I’ve presented my wife as a very intricately programmed phatic communicatrix (or whatever the sociological jargon is).

[…] if she were a nice, pretty child, one might compassionate her forlornness; but one really cannot care for such a little toad as that.

I wanted her to scan the motorway's long acre / And the tarmac and grassy patches at the airport / And undress her prey in the sky and beat the air / Above grasshopper and skylark as the wind-fucker.