When I walked down the aisle the first time, I could barely drag my feet. The weight of the universe was bearing down on me. The dread I felt was so intense, I might as well have been heading for the gallows. I desperately wanted to escape.
Saying "Dr. No" over and over and over and over is either a brilliant subliminal appeal to racists who enjoy mid-century genre fiction or it's a really, really tone deaf thing to call a man with a mixed-race background.