— J.P. Donleavy, from A Fairytale of New York
[Barb went straight into “Unchained Melody.” Every patron and bar-maid and kitchen geek ran for the door.
They left the door open. He had Barb to himself and couldn’t hear a word she was singing.
He watched her. He made up his own words. She held him with her eyes and her mouth.
The roar did a long slow fade.] He braced himself for this big fucking scream.