Из глубин памяти

«Самый обыкновенный мелкий служащий», горько сказал себе Куайл. Кирстен напоминала об этом по крайней мере раз в день, и он её не винил; дело жены возвращать мужа на землю.

Reaching into his coat for his wallet, Quail said, “Okay. It’s been my life-long ambition and I can see I’ll never really do it. So I guess I’ll have to settle for this.”
“Don’t think of it that way,” McClane said severely. “You’re not accepting second-best. The actual memory, with all its vagueness, omissions and ellipses, not to say distortions—that’s second-best.”

- You're getting worse. More fanatical every day. Where's going to lead?

• To Mars.