She is leaning slightly over the table to guarantee a judicious opinion. Unfortunately, Ronald is rapidly going blind. His eyes, ordinarily so large, are shutting down to the slits of a tank in combat. He can see Muriel only as a large brown sputtering oven, and then sees red and purple and white lights like a Roman candle. He has to clamp his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering.
Breathing is still out of the question.
Oh, Muriel . . . I know, I know, Oh come to me. I want you. She moves toward him but is pushed back against the table by his eager advance. They kiss furiously, hungrily.