That our fates should be made dependent upon the stars, planets, and constellations, however preposterous a conceit, at least imparts a dignity to our nature by conjoining earth with Heaven: but that the doom of kings, empires, and individuals, should be regulated […] by the entrails of victims, as analysed by the butchers of Haruspicy […] is an evidence of stupid credulity that levels civilised man to the savage […]

Whereas the history of the London Underground is generally very fiddly, the history of the Waterloo & City is blessedly self-contained and simple.

He could retire to the idyllic with the knowledge that he had not been wanting when Romance called.

I'm going to crack open a cold one.