Gaudy Night (Lord Peter Wimsey, #12)

by Dorothy L. Sayers

The pre-War solemnity and the post-War exhaustion were both gone; the desire now was for an energetic doing of something definite, though the definitions differed.

She resented the way in which he walked in and out of her mind as if it was his own flat. “Good

Unpleasant sensation, being buried alive.”