It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room.
There followed Haig explosions right and left over appointments, or statements of policy, which he had not authorised: fearsome times when the general turned purple, pounded the table and roared his displeasure.
In that movie Mel Gibson's son is kidnapped and there was a dramatic scene where he's on the phone with his son's captors and he goes, give me back my son! And he's really red face and angry.
There shall be no running breathless, flushed, eager-eyed, to the very gateway of Love's garden, only to bump one's nose against that baffling, impregnable, stone-wall phrase of " let us draw a veil, dear reader" .