it's like this. imagine you see this person with a dagger. just a really, really pretty dagger. blade of blue diamond, or ruby, or whatever your birthstone is. handle of gold filigreed or something. look i like flashy things, but if your most beautiful dagger has got a honey wood handle and a shiny steel blade we're still on good terms.
okay and now that person walks up to you, tells some really good jokes, and stabs you under the kneelbone with that beautiful dagger. looks you in the eyes as you've got a dagger in your beating heart, and starts f*cking twisting it. with a grin. tells another joke.
g-d i hate this book and love it. can't wait to buy it in print and leave around the house for my innocent siblings.