The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say goodnight and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?

That ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia.

The end he had been born to serve yet did not see had led him to escape by an unseen path and now it beckoned to him once more and a new adventure was about to be opened to him.

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.

British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.