Fall of Man in Wilmslow

Those who are different, also have a tendency to think differently.

I like stupid questions,” Rimmer said. “They allow one to feel intelligent for once.

The sum of all vices does not remain constant. Each one breeds another.

Thank you, dear doctor, for curing me of my delusions. But what do you have to offer me instead?

That our enthusiasms and passions are an important part of our personality and if you take them away you remove something very fundamental.

I’m lying. He tasted the words. If it’s true that I’m lying then I’m telling the truth…The

What is there left once you have lost your manliness?

People are so unnecessarily negative about envy. It really ought to be struck off the list of deadly sins.

If you wanted to show that someone was a good chap, the essence of a good and clean Englishman, you would say that he was an athlete.

The truth is of course a difficult discipline for us. Not only do we have to discover it. We’ve also got to handle it in the right way. It’s enough to wear you down, isn’t it?

You either have a useful contribution to make or you don’t, regardless of whether you’re head of the office or the emperor of China.

To put it in somewhat drastic terms, Cambridge in the thirties was characterised by two things: a craze for communism and a craze for homosexuality. “Rubbish!” Farley said. “Well, you’re bound to have been busy with other things as well, like drunkenness, geometry and Shakespeare.

Young people are meant to go off the rails politically, aren’t they? And there are certainly far worse things one can do than dream about equality.

Well, don’t tell me that sexual freedom was Stalin’s lasting contribution to mankind.

The apple was meant to take away the bitter taste, perhaps,” he said. “I imagine that Mr. Turing wasn’t exactly looking for a taste experience,” said Corell. “Man always tries to limit his suffering.

What had he said about machines?” Block was not entirely sure about that. Something about their eventually being able to think, something which the woman said was at odds with the Christian view of things, just like his sexual inclinations.

A man who can make love with another man can also make love with the enemy.

Where are you going?” Turing had asked. “Nowhere.” “Me too.

You could probably call the whole thing an ordinary love story.

It was as if the numbers in his thoughts were crying out to become flesh and blood.