Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom, eh, Dreamlord? The freedom to leave.

“Cieli, pensò Old Bailey con una sorta di compiacimento. Mai due di essi uguali.”

“She had forgotten them all; forgotten Richard down in the mud, and the marquis …”

“What you remembered? Probably. More or less. Different people remember things d…”

“The man Jack was, above all things, a professional, or so he told himself,”