i wish i were someone else, even though i know i’ll never, ever be able to get away from what i’ve done and what’s been done to me.
I will be your wife, Bertie.’ There didn’t seem much to say to this except ‘Oh, thanks.
Niko? I have decided to christen this little pool Le Cagot’s Soul.”
“Yes. Because it is clear and pure and lucid.”
“And treacherous and dangerous?”
“You know, Niko, I begin to suspect that you are a man of prose. It is a blemish on you.”
“No one’s perfect.”
“Speak for yourself.
In the family of punctuation, where the full stop is daddy and the comma is mummy, and the semicolon quietly practises the piano with crossed hands, the exclamation mark is the big attention-deficit brother who gets overexcited and breaks things and laughs too loudly.