The word 'business' makes me dizzy--it makes me honestly sick at the stomach.

I believe if I had to go down-town and step inside that office door I'd fall down on the floor, deathly sick.

You talk about a 'month's vacation'-- and I get just as sick.

I'm rattled--I can't plan--I haven't got any plans--can't make any, except to take my girl and get just as far away from that office as I can--and stay.

We're going to Japan first, and if we--" His father rustled the paper.