The post-hippie urban style of 1970 comes across as so leadenly soggy that it’s beyond sending up.

[…] have Lesbian rules of interpretation - rules which he can bend to his wishes and so apply as to make the Scriptures yield the meaning he desires. But these rules are not of that kind. They are meant to be just and impartial.

Betty — so stout, and with that rheumatism in her leg — did she ever think of herself? Or Aunt Rosamund, with her perpetual rescuings of lost dogs, lame horses, and penniless musicians?

Blame her not poor Woman, she loves nothing so well as a black ace.