He has found himself more and more reliant on her at exactly the point that she has become less available to him.

Call me sentimental, but there's no-one in the world that I'd like to see get dysentery more than you

I read a lot of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I love 'Tender is the Night,' and its atmosphere of doomed romance. He was one of the greatest prose stylists, with a wonderfully clear but lyrical quality.

She made a firm resolution, one of the resolutions she was making almost daily these days. No more sleepovers, no more writing poetry, no more wasting time. Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.

She realises that if she is to save the show she is going to have to improvise a rousing speech, one of the many Henry V moments that make up her working life.

...and once again Dexter is struck by how easy conversation can be when no-one is in their right mind

Being a decent human being will require effort and energy.