“Devington could clearly ascertain by the end of the second lap that Slug was decidely undermanaged by his indolent jockey, and the high-strung Hawke was incontrovertibly terrized by his...By the end of the final lap of the arduous run, Lord Uxeter had completely used up his horse, and Slug had completely uased up his rider!...Devington seized the moment to claim the lead, murmuring low to Rosie, "It would appear, my lovely girl, the race is ours.”
“He could see his uncles slugging each other with such force that they had to be in love. Strangers would never want to hurt each other that badly.”
“The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.”
“He owns them more completely than if he had seized their balls in his hands”
“If only certain things had been preventable, his life would have unfurled in front of him as intended, like a lush Oriental carpet. No surprises, no detours. Just a thick tapestry of days and nights that at the end of his time on earth, he could roll up and proudly claim as his own.”
“Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.”