I have yet to meet a liberal who can withstand the attrition of prolonged discussion of the inessentials. Porterhouse Blue (1971)
His had been an intellectual decision founded on his conviction that if a little knowledge was a dangerous thing, a lot was lethal. Porterhouse Blue (1971)
Zipser's attempts to mollify him by explaining that Durham was a university and that there had been a Durham College in Oxford in 1380 had failed hopelessly. If anything, the mention of Oxford had increased Skullion's antipathy. Porterhouse Blue (1971)
Skullion cycled out along the Barton Road towards Coft. His bowler hat set squarely on his head, his cycle clips and his black overcoat buttoned against the cold gave him an intransigently episcopalian air in the snow-covered landscape. He cycled slowly but relentlessly, his thoughts as dark as his habit and as bitter as the wind blowing unchecked from the Urals. Porterhouse Blue (1971)