“As for your money,” replied Partridge, “I beg, sir, you will put it up; I will receive none of you at this time; for at present I am, I believe, the richer man of the two. […]

It is not possible to examine a male patient without making him undress and actually palping him all over.

We piled into Manchester's car, leaving mine at the gallery, and crossed town, striking off the main road and into a warren of dirt roads and adobe.

So with heels chafed and sore, a now empty walnut sized bladder and a Booker Prize for best newcomer, I once again girded my rapidly diminishing loins and headed squeakily back to bed with my wandersome companion.