With that, she pounced upon me, like an eagle on a lamb, and my face was squeezed into wooden bowls in sinks, and my head was put under taps of water-butts, and I was soaped, and kneaded, and towelled, and thumped, and harrowed, and rasped, until I was quite beside myself.
En bedankt Charles Dickens, dat wordt nog eens een interessant jaar.
Soms ben ik het sterkste wijf ter wereld en soms ben ik een kwartelei.