I wish I had not called on Lola Brandt.

She disturbs me to the point of nightmare.

In a fit of dream paralysis last night I fancied myself stalked by a panther, which in the act of springing turned into Lola Brandt.

What she would have done I know not, for I awoke; but I have a haunting sensation that she was about to devour me.

Now, a woman who would devour a sleeping Member of Parliament is not a fit consort for a youth about to enter on a political career.
The woman worries me.