“Of course, for my love for you knows no bounds,” Zeb said solemnly. “How about you? Once I am old and bald, back bent, knees shot…”
“Your knees are already shot.”
“…gray hair in my ears, arches fallen…”
Tilda rolled down her blouse and turned to Zeb with a swirl in her long dress.
“Oh gods, no. I’m bolting the moment the ear-hair shows up.”
(from The Channel War, by M. Edward McNally)
9*/10. The full review is here.