“Later the place was as deserted as Malcolm Muggeridge's Christmas party of fellow intellectuals.”
“Now I know I am an intellectual. I saw Malcolm Muggeridge on the television last night, and I understood nearly every word. It all adds up. A bad home, poor diet, not liking punk. I think I will join the library and see what happens.”
“That’s where they’d gone right after the train station, where Malcolm (Malcolm!) had poured his bloody heart out and begged Owen not to leave. Bed. There would be time to hammer out the details later”
“You fellows ever thought of hiring out as a Christmas lights crew? You’d make a fortune.”
“The loyalty of the true believer is to the whole -- the church, party, nation -- and not to his fellow true believer.”
“To paraphrase Muggeridge: Everything is a parable that God is speaking to us, the art of life is to get the message.”