"BERNARD. Where was I?
VALENTINE. Pigeons.
CHLOË. Sex.
HANNAH. Literature" (74).
"HANNAH. ...Oh!, but...how beautiful!
VALENTINE. The Coverly set.
HANNAH. The Coverly set! My goodness, Valentine!
VALENTINE. Lend me a finger. (He takes her finger and presses one of the computer keys several times.) See? In an ocean of ashes, islands of order. Patterns making themselves out of nothing. I can’t show you how deep it goes. Each picture is a detail of the previous one, blown up. And so on. For ever. Pretty nice, eh?
HANNAH. Is it important?
VALENTINE. Interesting. Publishable.
HANNAH. Well done!
VALENTINE. Not me. It’s Thomasina’s. I just pushed her equations through the computer a few million times further than she managed to do with her pencil.” (99-100)
"THOMASINA. Is it Cleopatra? - I hate Cleopatra!
SEPTIMUS. You hate her? Why?
THOMASINA. Everything is turned to Love with her. New love, absent love, lost love - I never knew a heroine that makes such noodles of our sex. It only needs a Roman general to drop anchor outside the window and away goes the empire like a christening mug into a pawn shop. If Queen Elizabeth had been a Ptolemy history would have been quite different - we would be admiring the pyramids of Rome and the great Sphinx of Verona" (51).
"HANNAH. Where is it you don't bother to teach, by the way?
BERNARD. Oh, well, Sussex, actually.
HANNAH. Sussex. (She thinks a moment.) Nightingale. Yes; a thousand words in the Observer to see me off the premises with a pat on the bottom. You must know him.
BERNARD. As I say, I'm in your hands" (33).