Well, Mrs. O'Connor, so you want a divorce? the solicitor questioned
his client. Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge? Oh, no, replied
Mrs. O'Connor. Sure now, we only have a carport. The solicitor tried
again. Well, does the man beat you up? No, no," said Mrs. O'Connor,
looking puzzled. I'm always first out of bed. Still hopeful, the
solicitor tried once again. Well, does he go in for unnatural
connubial practices? Sure now, he plays the flute, but I don't think
he knows anything about the connubial. Now desperate, the solicitor
pushed on. What I'm trying to find out are what grounds you have.
"Bless you, sir. We live in a flat -- not even a window box, let alone
grounds. Mrs. O'Connor, the solicitor said in considerable
exasperation, you need a reason that the court can consider. What is
the reason for you seeking this divorce? Ah, well now, said the lady,
Sure it's because the man can't hold an intelligent conversation.