We're not savages. We're English.
There's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.
They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.
I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.