"It wasn't that I didn't like Joan of Arc--I had in fact been fascinated by her in my younger days, but having lived in France I'd gorged myself on Joan of Arc relics and Joan of Arc books and Joan of Arc historic sites until, in the end, it had produced the same effect as had the one too many Rusty Nails I'd drunk the night of my twenty-first birthday. All these years later, I couldn't face a Rusty Nail without a shudder."
Ha Ha!! I have a friend who had more than one too many screwdrivers (vodka and oj) on her 21st. To this day she still can't tolerate orange juice...heh