A Formidable Tribunal Indeed

“He had felt as though he were going up before an implacable and terrible feminine tribunal. In his imagination, he was going to walk up to a table, with her standing behind it, a stern and beautiful expression on her face. He was going to spread all his innards out on the table before her, and he was then going to give her a huge wooden mallet, and she would do as she pleased. Given the high insult his declaration of love would naturally be to someone as noble as she was, he was confident that she would wield that heavy mallet with a will. And yet he loved her still.”

The Man in the Dark, pp. 194-195