" This, she felt, was her fault. Her idea in the first place. Her house. Her honeymoon. Her – and this was the incalculable factor in the thing – her husband. (A repressive word, that, when you came to think of it, compounded of a grumble and a thump.) The "

― Dorothy L. Sayers , Busman's Honeymoon (Lord Peter Wimsey, #11)