I don't understand what you mean, I confessed in a baffled tone. Niamh gave me a long, cool, faintly amused glance.
Don't you? No, I can see that you do not, she said. And with that she rolled over, her face turned from me, and fell asleep... leaving me staring at the ceiling, completely mystified, pondering the inexplicable perversities of the female mind.
Chapter 17, A Knife in the Dark (pp. 112-113) - Under the Green Star (1972)