Ralph... would treat the day's decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player.

They accepted the pleasures of morning, the bright sun, the whelming sea and sweet air, as a time when play was good and life so full that hope was not necessary and therefore forgotten.

The rules!" shouted Ralph, "you're breaking the rules!" "Who cares?

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?

In India the odd thing is that English is this almost artificial language floating on the surface of a place with about fifty other languages. The same is true of Nigeria but even more so.

What could be safer than the bus center with its lamps and wheels?

Worse than madness. Sanity.