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It’s no fun looking down on people if you can’t let them know you’re above them.

Five hundred years ago the notoriously savvy Henry VIII discovered an elegant way to solve both his theological problems and his personal liquidity crisis—he dissolved the monasteries and nicked all their land. Since the principle of any rich person who wants to stay rich is, never give anything away unless you absolutely have to, the land has stayed with Crown ever since.

It’s always better to tell a half-truth than a half-lie.

You don’t actually know enough about me to insult me properly.

“Fortunately,” said Nightingale, “seeing isn’t always believing.”

When you’re a musician free is a magic number.

So just chalk it up to pixie dust or quantum entanglement, which was the same thing as pixie dust except with the word “quantum” in it.

“Do you feel guilty?”

“No,” I said. “I didn’t do it to them and I did my best to stop it. But I feel guilty that I don’t feel guilty, if that helps.”

There were screams and yells from the street below as people saw what was happening. There would be lots of phone-camera footage on the news that night from people with more media-savvy than brains.

I looked at Lesley—surely nobody could really be that stupid? She shrugged. Lesley has a much lower opinion of humanity than I do.

It was a good plan, and like all plans since the dawn of time, this would fail to survive contact with real life.

“The scope of your ignorance, Peter,” said Seawoll, “is truly frightening.”