Larkin's contribution to the genre playfully bourgeoisifies the aristocratic conventions […]

Sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, even if his helpmate does not share his passion. Perhaps that's part of the attraction. Maybe a man wouldn't be so feverish about his garden if he had to share it with his partner, […]

Rick looked at her forlornly as she cast her shopping bags to the ground then winced at the wrinkles they had left on her palms, yaddering on without taking a breath or bothering to look up.

Sorry squire, I've had a look 'round the back of the shop, and uh, we're right out of parrots.