“I’m happy to watch it to the end,” Ruttledge said. “No, no,” he raised his hand. “They are just a crowd of eejits. Mary, pour us a drink.” “It’s all just a cover-up for sex,” Mary said contemptuously as she reached for glasses and the bottle of Powers. “They all want it and they’re all afraid. That’s why they are killing themselves laughing. Soon they’ll be watching it on television instead of doing anything themselves.”
