I'm Cursed With This Puritanical Streak That

There Is A Passion In You That Scares Me.

It's The Way You Look Whenever She Mentions Her Fiance. My Cat Looks Like That Before He Hacks Up A Hairball.

Everyone Watched, Wondering If This Could Be The Same Lunatic Who'd Nearly Berthed His Ornithopter In The Restaurant. I Swallowed, For It Seemed He Was Headed Straight For My Table. He Pulled Off His Helmet And A Mass Of Dark Auburn Hair Spilled Out. Off Came The Goggles, And I Was Looking At The Beaming Face Of Kate De Vries.

The Preface? Why Would He Waste Time With The Preface? Skip The Preface And Move On To The Meat Of The Thing!

You Two Were In A Cave Together?’ Said Miss Simpkins In Horror. ‘yes,’ Said Kate, ‘and It Was Very, Very Dark.