Captain Roberts went to Heaven, which wasn't everything that he'd expected, and as the receding water gently marooned the wreck of the Sweet Judy on the forest floor, only one soul was left alive. Or possibly two, if you like parrots.

“There's no such thing as writer's block. That was invented by people in Califor…”

“Now look," snapped the Dean, "we've searched everywhere for a decent library on…”

“It was the heart of any scam or fiddle -- keep the punter uncertain, or, if he …”

“He reflected briefly that someone up there was watching over him. 'Thanks a lot…”