We shipped nearly twice as many units this month as last month.

As we passed some of the Leaving Certs clustered heavily on the middle corridor, their arms wrapped around their books and Norma Bolton said, 'who's wearing the flyspray?' 'Don't take any notice,' Colette said. 'They're only jealous.

Because to them it was only as if you were hiding your long black snake-writhing niggerness under your clothes while showing another color in your face, camouflaging yourself like a lizard. Nor did anything seem to confirm their their suspicions about the snake rubbery blackness of your hidden niggerness more convincingly than the sight of you dancing.

[…] because when you throw everything up in the air anything becomes possible – wayupthere, at any rate, changes took place in delirious actors that would have gladdened the heart of old Mr Lamarck […]