No day of my life passes without someone saying the words 'Monty Python' to me. It's not bad.
Modern science, then, so far from being an enemy of romance, is seen on every hand to be its sympathetic and resourceful friend, its swift and irresistible helper in its serious need, and an indulgent minister to its lighter fancies.
I wish that my husband's friends had left him where he is, happy and contented in retirement.

