What Are We? Humans? Or

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.

What Kind Of Human Person Has A Favorite Eraser?

Percival Was Mouse-coloured And Had Not Been Very Attractive Even To His Mother.

We're Not Savages. We're English.

He Found Himself Understanding The Wearisomeness Of This Life,where Every Path Was An Improvisation And A Considerable Part Of One's Waking Life Was Spent Watching One's Feet.