Every staircase had its earl or an honourable, there was even a maharajah floating about the place. It was still very Brideshead but Johnnie never let such things stop him.

The two kinds of vivisection, sentisection and callisection

the unequivocal scope of the Golden Gate Bridge

[…] at every meal break he shambled into the galley black-fingered and smelling of engine-grease and concrete floors, to contemplate over his meal the beakers at their round tables chatting away, completely oblivious […]