For the first time since age twelve, Lloyd witnesses the world without motive. And he is quite lost.
If history has taught us anything, Arthur muses, it is that men with mustaches must never achieve positions of power.
Then she swoops back, plunges her fingers into his, and looks up, nostrils swelling with mischief.
‘No man steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.’