This is fucking tiring, but as we've identified fishing tackle made out of chicken wire, let's 'go into that' - to start with, we are going to have to talk about a 'tragic death.'
That I had wholly lost contact with the people who the death affected, will make me what?
And now I'm going to tell you about the long rides I always liked taking; and how I seldom managed to convince anyone to join me.
Shall we talk about what people were in the habit of talking about as an excuse not to leave the fucking house?
Now that I am looking with you, at me, we can talk about daughters. And one of us is going to have to say the word, Christian.
And then we'll talk delicately about the precept that must be waived.