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.

“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.

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