If this is a blessing, it is certainly very well disguised.

It may well be that we shall by a process of sublime irony have reached a state in this story where safety will be the sturdy child of terror, and survival the twin brother of annihilation.

We have not journeyed all this way because we are made of sugar candy.

The only guide to man is his conscience.

I have never developed indigestion from eating my words.

Let the children have their night of fun and laughter, let the gifts of Father Christmas delight their play. Let us grown-ups share to the full in their unstinted pleasures.

Is it possible to get another key? I think I've left mine in the room.