There is a profound middle-class nostalgia for the days of British protection.... - Anthony Burgess

So if I get loveted and it's three months in this mesto and another six in that, and then, as P. R. Deltoid so kindly warns, next time, in spite of the great tenderness of my summers, brothers, it's the great unearthly zoo itself, well, I say, 'Fair, but a pity, my lords, because I just cannot bear to be shut in. My endeavour shall be, in such future as stretches out its snowy and lilywhite arms to me before the nozh overtakes or the blood spatters its final chorus in twisted metal and smashed glass on the highroad, to not get loveted again.

Around them the gawping locals sat, amazed with an amazement that never grew less…

When we're healthy we respond to the presence of the hateful with fear and nausea.