Children grow up thinking the adult world is ordered, rational, fit for purpose. It’s crap. Becoming a man is realising that it’s all rotten. Realising how to celebrate that rottenness, that’s freedom.
If there is a man selling a private arsenal to an Egyptian crook and he’s English and you’re English and those weapons could cause a lot of pain to a lot of people, then you just do it.
You saved my boy and I’m grateful, but if you step out of line… we’ll make you howl for your mother.
There is half a psychopath lurking in there, Jonathan. I want you to find him and stick to him. Once you get down to Devon, you are the world’s second worst man, first place already taken.
Off every tree you may freely eat – maids, serving wenches, cooks, typists, masseuses, even the lady who comes to clip the canary’s claws. But if you lay one hand on that precious fruit, then like the Belgians in the Congo, we’ll chop it off. And I don’t mean the hand.
Mr Pine… what happened to Sophie Alekan makes us all involved. What happened in Cairo… shames me to the bottom of my soul. I know you can’t forgive the man who did that. The question is, what are you prepared to do about it?