“The boy looks at me. I would’ve expected his bright eyes to look dimmer in the night, but instead they seem to reflect the light coming from the windows above us. He’s amused. “Who said anything about you , sweetheart?”
“When a man is very good and knows a great deal, he is elected president. They have torch-light processions and bands, and everyone makes speeches. I used to think I might perhaps be a president, but I never thought about being an earl. I didn’t know anything about being an earl.”
“Nobody has time to note anything scandalous about Johnny’s underpants before he’d pulled up his trousers again, spun round, and butted George in the stomach. George doubled up, only to get an uppercut from the back of Johnny’s head, and then a left hook to the chin which adjusted his beating by ninety degrees.”