Thou swear’st thou’lt drink no more; kind Heaven send
Me such a cook or coachman, but no friend.
“Our ferry’s crossing seemed to be taking longer than usual. From what we could remember of previous crossings, this seemed longer to us. Otherwise, matters proceeded in their usual fashion and things appeared to be the same, with none of us entertaining the notion that we hadn’t wanted to come.”
Joy Williams | “This Time”