Leave the stronger and the lesser things to me! Lest that conger named Vanessa who is longer than a dresser visits thee. - Mervyn Peake

His days were full of meaningless ceremonies whose sacredness appeared to be in inverse ratio to their comprehensibility or usefulness.

Let him play," whispered Cheeta. "Let him make believe that he's alive again.

The summer was heavy with a kind of soft grey-blue weight in the sky—yet not in the sky, for it was as though there were no sky, but only air, an impalpable grey-blue substance, drugged with the weight of its own heat and hue.