“Milton stood among his staff, shaking hands, memorising names. He already knew them in a way – he understood this breed backward and had foreseeen how his speech would be received. Journalists were as touchy as Cabernet performers and as stubborn as factory machinists. He couldn’t help smiling.”

“Milton stood among his staff, shaking hands, memorising names. He already knew them in a way – he understood this breed backward and had foreseeen how his speech would be received. Journalists were as touchy as Cabernet performers and as stubborn as factory machinists. He couldn’t help smiling.”

— Tom Rachman