“Gentlemen-rankers out on the spreeDamned from here to Eternity,God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!”

“From the window, above the clatter of pots and the slamming of cabinets, Francis was singing, as though it was the happiest song in the world: 'We are the little black sheep who have gone astray . . . Baa baa baa . . . Gentlemen songsters off on a spree . . . Doomed from here to eternity . . .”

“Half of them kept repeating my name, trying to get it right, while the other half laughed.But they were harmless. Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party: Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh.I remember those guys. Like the mascots of the party."Clay! Whatcha doon here? Bah-ha-ha-ha!”

“I am here, Brethren in Christ, to lead you, every man, woman and little child of the Faith, to freedom. God in His mercy be praised.’ ‘Then God in His mercy has arranged that we should lead them from the rear,’ said Jerott Blyth thinly from the window. ‘The entire garrison of Tripoli has just marched away.”

“Sing 'Hey to you — good-day to you' —Sing 'Bah to you — ha! ha! to you' —Sing 'Booh to you — pooh, pooh to you' —And that's what you should say!”

“Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God.”