“I hope you're right,” Jake said, “because if you aren't “Jacob Lee Grafton, we've been betting our heinies for a lot of years. One more big bet won't make any difference.”

'Fuck this for a game of soldiers!” Neville shouted. And without bothering to close the front door behind him, he set off down the pub.

I know it's overclever and underwise in places.

The selving process is one that cannot be reduced to origins or to a repetition of antecedent/repressed conditions.