A person comes around the corner toward you. It’s the person you most want to see. You are in love with them. For this exact same reason you hide behind a van of produce. There is an annoying poet reciting verse on the corner. The poet says, ‘Being shaken awake, surrounded by ice, a neighbour to violence.’ You want to tell the poet where to shove this claptrap, but you remember just in time that you are a Church of England clergyman.