I wanted my children to grow up where I grew up, to have proper roots in a culture as old and magnificent as Britain’s; to be citizens, with everything that implies, of a real country...

“Hermione: You! You foul loathsome evil little cockroach!”

“I hope there's pudding!”

“Half an hour later, each of them had been given a complicated circular chart, a…”

“I make mistakes like the next man. In fact, being--forgive me--rather cleverer …”