From Which No Traveller Returns
Sweetheart, I am so big and fat and ugly that I am almost glad you are not here to laugh at me. I know you wouldn’t but . . . I understand what my doctor means now. The chicken is really heavy now, there is a constant pressure on all my inner parts. Particularly since the little sweet is your son, hardly a moment’s peace does he give me, wriggling, here, there, curling around . . .