The doctor struck a match and passed it before my cousin's eyes to watch his pupils follow it; snapped his fingers at either ear to see if he started. My cousin's joints were flicked and found adequate. The doctor seemed pleased with his recovery."
"Has your appetite been well?" he asked, writing mysterious marks into a notebook.
"Strong as ever," said my cousin. "Stay for tea and I shall prove it."
"And your libido?"
"And how have you slept?"
I saw my cousin hesitate for a slip of a moment before saying, "Never deeper. Never deeper."