Quotes from Albert
Then Mort said, ‘What do all those symbols mean?’
‘Sodomy non sapiens,’ said Albert under his breath.
‘What does that mean?’
‘Means I’m buggered if I know.' (M)
Albert grunted. ‘Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?’
Mort thought for a moment.
‘No,’ he said eventually, ‘what?’
There was silence.
Then Albert straightened up and said, ‘Damned if I know. Probably they get answers, and serve ‘em right.' (M)
'I’ve never seen Death actually at work.’
‘Not many have,’ said Albert. ‘Not twice, at any rate.' (M)
‘Death doesn’t frighten me. It’s what comes after.’ (M)
The change in Albert’s voice was complete. The trumpets of command had become the piccolos of supplication. (M)
YOU FEAR TO DIE?
‘It’s not that I don’t want…I mean, I’ve always…it’s just that life is a habit that’s hard to break…' (RM)
He was vaguely aware that childhood was a tricky business, especially toward the end. There was all the business with pimples and bits of your body having a mind of their own. (SM)
Charity ain’t giving people what you wants to give, it’s giving people what they need to get.' (H)
'Well, the night is young,’ said Albert, sitting back in the sacks.
THE NIGHT IS OLD. THE NIGHT IS ALWAYS OLD.
The pigs galloped on. Then, ‘No, it ain’t.’
I’M SORRY?
‘The night isn’t any older than the day, master. It stands to reason. There must have been a day before anyone knew what the night was.’
YES, BUT IT’S MORE DRAMATIC.
‘Oh. Right, then.' (H)
I THOUGHT IT WAS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY, said Death.
‘Ah, well, yes, you see, one of the things that makes folks even more jolly is knowing there’re people who ain’t,’ said Albert, in a matter-of-fact voice. (H)
IT IS ... UNFAIR.
‘That’s life, master.’
BUT I’M NOT.
‘I meant this is how it’s supposed to go, master,’ said Albert.
NO. YOU MEAN THIS IS HOW IT GOES. (H)
IT IS BETTER TO GIVE THAN TO RECEIVE, ALBERT.
‘No, master, it’s just a lot more expensive.' (H)
‘Sodomy non sapiens,’ said Albert under his breath.
‘What does that mean?’
‘Means I’m buggered if I know.' (M)
Albert grunted. ‘Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?’
Mort thought for a moment.
‘No,’ he said eventually, ‘what?’
There was silence.
Then Albert straightened up and said, ‘Damned if I know. Probably they get answers, and serve ‘em right.' (M)
'I’ve never seen Death actually at work.’
‘Not many have,’ said Albert. ‘Not twice, at any rate.' (M)
‘Death doesn’t frighten me. It’s what comes after.’ (M)
The change in Albert’s voice was complete. The trumpets of command had become the piccolos of supplication. (M)
YOU FEAR TO DIE?
‘It’s not that I don’t want…I mean, I’ve always…it’s just that life is a habit that’s hard to break…' (RM)
He was vaguely aware that childhood was a tricky business, especially toward the end. There was all the business with pimples and bits of your body having a mind of their own. (SM)
Charity ain’t giving people what you wants to give, it’s giving people what they need to get.' (H)
'Well, the night is young,’ said Albert, sitting back in the sacks.
THE NIGHT IS OLD. THE NIGHT IS ALWAYS OLD.
The pigs galloped on. Then, ‘No, it ain’t.’
I’M SORRY?
‘The night isn’t any older than the day, master. It stands to reason. There must have been a day before anyone knew what the night was.’
YES, BUT IT’S MORE DRAMATIC.
‘Oh. Right, then.' (H)
I THOUGHT IT WAS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY, said Death.
‘Ah, well, yes, you see, one of the things that makes folks even more jolly is knowing there’re people who ain’t,’ said Albert, in a matter-of-fact voice. (H)
IT IS ... UNFAIR.
‘That’s life, master.’
BUT I’M NOT.
‘I meant this is how it’s supposed to go, master,’ said Albert.
NO. YOU MEAN THIS IS HOW IT GOES. (H)
IT IS BETTER TO GIVE THAN TO RECEIVE, ALBERT.
‘No, master, it’s just a lot more expensive.' (H)
