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.

We're not savages. We're English.

Which is better--to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?

Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.

Latin, as we all know, ultimately broke down into Spanish, Italian, French, and so on. One wonders whether there will be an imperial parallel with English breaking down into, shall we say, North American, European, Australian, and so on. On the other hand, there is this immense, inward-driving influence of radio and television that is bringing us all back together. One could say it's a fight between the two: a fight between regionalism and the standardization through communication.

Heaven lies around us in our infancy.

Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!