"I am a draper mad with love, I love you more than all the flannelette and calico, candlewick, dimity, crash and merino, tussore, cretonne, crepon, muslin, poplin, ticking and twill in the Whole Cloth of the world. I have come to take you away to my emporium on the hill, where the change hums on wires. Throw away your little bedsocks and your Welsh wool knitted jacket... I will warm the sheets like an electric toaster, I will lie by your side like the Sunday roast...."
"and all the bells of the tills of the town shall ring for our wedding...."