Kingsley Amis at Princeton, New Jersey, May 1959 Come into the garden, Maude, you faithless American faculty wife. Seriously, there’ll be no strife. Your husband, Linguistics Professor Claude, saw your foot teasing me to life under the table, which he ignored. No wonder you yankee girls are bored: I’d have gone for someone like me with a knife.   Well, you’re a sport. The time just flew. But back to the dinner, don’t get all soppy, and do send out another wife or two. Come on, love, no need to get stroppy, you’re gorgeous and you’ll make great copy; Sure I’ll put…