What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
No human endeavour can ever be wholly good... it must always have a cost.
Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
Maybe there is a beastโฆ maybe it's only us.
We're not savages. We're English.