“D is for Substance D. ‘D’ is dumbness, and despair, desertion-desertion of you from your friends, your friends from you, everyone from everyone. Isolation and loneliness... and hating and suspecting each other, ‘D’ is finally death. Slow death from the head down. Well... that’s it.”
“The two families rode in silence through the deserted streets to the field he warned, ‘Remember not a word from any of you.’ The guard recognized him as the chief test pilot for the new spaceship. ‘My family and some friends are coming down to watch me take off,’ he told the guard.”
“The market was almost deserted by now, and among the few people who still lingered there she saw no one whom she knew. That meant that the Crowd was assembling in the multi-storey car park. No one ever arranged beforehand where to meet, but somehow every knew, and eventually everyone arrived.”
″ ‘What,’ cried I, ‘were you in the English army?’
‘That was I,’ said Alan. ‘But I deserted to the right side at Prestonpans–and that’s some comfort.’
I could scarcely share this view: holding desertion under arms for an unpardonable fault in honour. But for all I was so young, I was wiser than say my thought. ‘Dear, dear,’ says I, ‘the punishment is death.’ ”
“On grim winters’ evenings, when streets are deserted, through the back alleys of Knightsbridge and Kensington, you will see two shadowy figures moving painfully down a dark street.”