He loved three things in this world:
Evensong, white peacocks and very
Old tattered maps of America.
He despised it when little kids bawled,
Disliked tea served with berries
And women acting hysterical.
… And I was his wife.
Он любил три вещи на свете:
За вечерней пенье, белых павлинов
И стертые карты Америки.
Не любил, когда плачут дети,
Не любил чая с малиной
И женской истерики
...А я была его женой.