The Great Book of Amber
The Ninth Prince In Amber
“What’s this I hear about you giving the nurse a hard time?” he asked, and there was no more feigning  sleep.
“I don’t know,” I said. “What is it?”
That troubled him for a second or two, said the frown then, “It’s time for your shot.”
“Are you an M.D.?” I asked.
“No, but I’m authorized to give you a shot.”
“And I refuse it” I said, “as I’ve a legal right to do. What’s it to you?”
“You’ll have your shot,” he said, and be moved around to the left side of the bed. He had a hypo in one hand which had been out of sight till then.
It was a very foul  blow, about four inches below the belt buckle, I’d say, and it left him on his knees.
“!” he said, after a time.
“Come within spitting distance again,” I said, “and see what happens.”
“We’ve got ways to deal with patients like you,“ he gasped. 
So I knew the time had come to act.
“Where are my clothes?” I said.
“!” he repeated
“Then I guess I’ll have to take yours. Give them to me.”
It became boring with the third repetition, so I threw the bedclothes over his head and clobbered  him with the metal strut.
Within two minutes, I’d say, I was garbed  all in the color of Moby Dick [美国小说家海曼的小说《白鲸》中的巨型白鲸] and vanilla ice cream. Ugly.
 feign: make believe with the intent to deceive.
 foul: highly offensive arousing aversion or disgust. Blow: a powerful stroke with the fist or a weapon.
 gasp: breathe noisily, as when one is exhausted
 clobber: strike violently and repeatedly; beat thoroughly and conclusively in a competition or flight.
 garb: provide with clothes or put clothes on.