It was a glorious thing, to be given hope, when all had seemed lost. - Robert Galbraith

Sense entered into a short, violent skirmish with instinct and inclination, and was overwhelmed.

You're like everyone else, Strike; you want your civil liberties when you've told the missus you're at the office and you're at a lap-dancing club, but you want twenty-four-hour surveillance on your house when someone's trying to force your bathroom window open. Can't have it both ways.

It was four in the morning, the hopeless hour when shivering insomniacs inhabit a world of hollow shadow, and existence seems frail and strange.