Roger, because he gets everywhere first, was already in The Dumb Horse Pub, staring at his good looks in the mirror behind the bottle display, when I entered and...
"I hope you will allow me, at this juncture, to make a parenthetical detour. An artist must from time to time wrench himself from his canvas and inspect its colourful totality."
"It’s quite fine, you suddenly notice—the panoramic view, the Calacatta marble, the artwork, the baby grand. It is what you’d always wanted, but you don’t cherish it one bit."