Gormenghast (Gormenghast, #2)

by Mervyn Peake

So limp of brain that for them to conceive an idea is to risk a haemorrhage.

‘To the ignorant nothing is profound,’

‘By the piss of Satan, pug, your sauce is dangerous!’

‘Are all who are here gathered present?’

And so, exulting as the moonlit rocks fled by him, exulting as the tears streamed over his face – with his eyes fixed excitedly upon the blurred horizon and the battering of the hoof-beats loud in his ears, Titus rode out of his world.