Quince (Peter)

"Drags its long slow length like a wounded snake along." (Not necessarily in that. And is anything?) Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold! This truth is true... And what about your strange and divers ways, Peter Quince?

"Not I!"

"Disqualified — statement."

"Not I — except when I am."

"Qualified — disqualified," persisted Arthur. Peter Quince was the stupid one, but Peter Pears is dead.

"So have we started, then?" asked Quince, still confused, thus human, all too human.

"How should I know?" asked Arthur.

"Does that mean I should?" Quince (Peter) had begun to understand.