“Tom Truth says, ‘I do not know if I wrote this verse.’ ‘You have forgot it,’ he says. ‘As would any man of sense. Yet in the fifth stanza you write, Pardon me, your man, Tom Truth. Which you rhyme, unfortunately, with growth.’ Christophe sniggers. ‘Even I know better, and I am French.”

“Tom Truth says, ‘I do not know if I wrote this verse.’ ‘You have forgot it,’ he says. ‘As would any man of sense. Yet in the fifth stanza you write, Pardon me, your man, Tom Truth. Which you rhyme, unfortunately, with growth.’ Christophe sniggers. ‘Even I know better, and I am French.”

— Hilary Mantel