It may have happened, it may not have happened but it could have happened.

All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.

Did all this make sense?

There was too much going on here — too much that strayed from odd all the way over into seriously weird.

If this isn't exactly what went down, it's certainly how it should have happened.

This they tell, and whether it happened so or not I do not know; but if you think about it, you can see that it is true.

Questions arose. Like, what in the fuck was going on here, basically.

Everything that was to happen had happened and everything that was to be seen had gone. It was now one of those moments when nothing remains but an opening in the sky and a story...

In life you hoped to do what you could but mostly you did what you were told and that was the end of it.

"More or less," that most ambiguous of phrases, pervades many of the conversations that comprise this book, reflecting, perhaps, the ambiguity of attitude toward The Job. Something more than Orwellian acceptance, something less than Luddite sabotage. Often the two impulses are fused in the same person.

The more time passed, the less happened. The more they felt something must happen, the more the bailiffs realized they had to do something but the less they understood what it was.

What happened next depends on how much you believe.

So much has happened it's as if the whole world had suddenly turned upside down.

All that had gone before was useless, and some of it was worse.