He moved on, in the centre of a widening circle. He wasn't an enemy, he was a nemesis.

“There's always a story. It's all stories, really. The sun coming up every day i…”

“Little fussy Otto, in his red-lined black opera cloak with pockets for all his …”

“He knew from experience that true and obvious ideas, such as the ineffable wisd…”

“I'm just a victim of circuses”