“Sit down and tell me everything, child. Hurt feelings and hopeless despair are no match for tea and biscuits.”
“The pleasure of despair. But then, it is in despair that we find the most acute pleasure, especially when we are aware of the hopelessness of the situation......everything is a mess in which it is impossible to tell what's what, but that despite this impossibility and deception it still hurts you, and the less you can understand, the more it hurts.”
“We can't sit around discussing pure evil without tea and biscuits, Iz. It's just not done.”
“I've tried praying. It gives me comfort. But not as much as a cup of tea and a ginger nut biscuit.”
“All the bogeymen together, sitting down to tea.”
“She grabbed his arm. "Let it be, son!" she cried. "That child ain't hurt!" "Not hurt! You look into her eyes and tell me she ain't hurt!”