We are all so afraid, we are all so alone, we all so need from the outside the assurance of our own worthiness to exist. - Ford Madox Ford

You’ll come with me, my little man,’ Sylvia said, ‘if you ever want to bask in my smile again.…

Old Campion had once said he believed - he positively believed, with shudders - that Christopher desired to live in the spirit of Christ. That had seemed horrible to the general, but Mark did not see that it was horrible, per se... He doubted, however, whether Christ would have refused to manage Groby had it been his job. Christ was sort of an Englishman and Englishmen did not as rule refuse their jobs... They had not used to; now no doubt they did.

But of course he hates you for being in the army. All the men who aren’t hate all the men that are.