"Titus Groan"

All the main characters are in place now.

• Lord Sepulchrave walked with slow strides, his head bowed. Fuchsia mouched. Doctor Prunesquallor minced. The twins propelled themselves forward vacantly. Flay spidered his path. Swelter wallowed his.
• It was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others. He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.
• (Fuchsia) was gauche in movement and in a sense, ugly of face, but with how small a twist might she not suddenly have become beautiful.
• He had felt .. that if anything were to win her favour it was something tinged with the theatre, the bizarre, and yet something quite simple and guileless.
• Steerpike and an unusual gift. It was to understand a subject without appreciating it.
• "I am purposely precipitous in my remarks. Either you reject me here and now or you have already at the back of your mind a desire to know me further."

__ It was a long head. <> It was a wedge, a sliver, a grotesque slice in which it seemed the features had been forced to stake their claims, and it appeared that they had done so in a great hurry and with no attempt to form any kind of symmetrical pattern for their mutual advantage.

__ Making use of the miniature and fluted precipice of hard, white discoloured flesh, where Fuchsia's teeth had left their parallel grooves, he bit greedily, his top teeth severing the wrinkled skin of the pear, and the teeth of his lower jaw entering the pale cliff about halfway up its face;

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