‘We’ve all been wondering what you’re up to,’ said Julia. ‘Are you baying at the moon, or working out the meaning of life?’ ‘Neither,’ said Patrick, ‘there’s too much baying in this valley already, and we worked out the meaning of life years ago: “Walk tall and spit on the graves of your enemies”. Wasn’t that it?’ ‘No, no,’ said Johnny. ‘It was “love thy neighbour as thyself”.’ ‘Oh, well, given how much I love myself, it amounts to pretty much the same thing.’
