I haven't escaped sickness all my life to get off easily now. […] I knew when my turn came, it would be a Tartar.

“In the words of the nursery rhyme,” says Mr. Green, “‘it isn't the whistle that pulls the train.’”

They are protected by round-the-clock guards.

He calls her an 'in-betweeny', neither a Taig nor a Prod, and that she should never have tried to be something she is not.