The advance man came a month before the candidate.

Potatoes and herrings, Mr. Christian; just a Manxman’s supper.

Sitting on the bed surveying the damage, she begins to notice some order to the chaos. Perhaps this is not the act of a madman (or madchild) after all.

But the sad truth is that even Janet Reno's description of herself as an awkward old maid buys into the myth of the never-married eccentric. That's how deep singleism goes.