The subject being discussed that night as Coleridge drove home was an economic slump in rural Ireland.
One night in 1978, in the middle of the energy crisis, Armen was driving home when he stopped at a gas station.
Staring at all those equations or whatever they are, all day and half the night, would drive anyone crazy.
One night after a party Nebe had driven home drunk, parked in his garage and fell asleep with the car engine running.
The night of the parade, he had driven her home in his jeep and outside her house she opened his eyes to religion.
He arrived too late to proceed to the Vincent Pyramid summit and night drove him away.
Not even the dreadful sight which I had witnessed during the night could drive that folly from my mind; and alas!
The nights were driving him mad, and no other woman would do.
The night before he had driven to his mother's apartment in another part of town and killed her.
One night in August 1969, therefore, the two men drove to Hallington to reconnoitre the line.
