You cannot bind me more to you, my lord. Farewell till we renew... I trust, renew A converse ne'er to disunite again.

Now on my right there was nothing but marshes for miles, right away to Birchington in Thanet; and butter-cup-beyellowed marshes they were, dotted with sheep and threaded with innumerable waterways, and with, oh, such a big, big sky outstretched above them […]

In her forties, energetic and painstaking, she has found that the triangle situation is by far lovedom’s gravest problem. In-law trouble comes next.

When you are on the weak side, sag off your opponent and form an imaginary flat triangle between you, your opponent, and the ball.