...the prophet of harmless solace in a harsh world.... - Anthony Burgess

A heavy task, but there was light relief In the Germanic ambience, boisterous, brash, Torchlit parades and pogroms, guttural grief In emigration queues, the smash and crash Of pawnshop windows by insentient beef In uniform, the gush of beer, the splash Of schnapps, the joy of being drunk and Aryan, Though Hitler was a teetotalitarian. Human pain meant But little in the Gulf War's visual grammar, a Big feast of death to feed the cinecamera

The Antipods…were always ready to burst.

Never,' I said. 'One can die but once. Dim died before he was born. That red red krovvy will soon stop.