" They did not understand him. Poor Dorothy had been long in the situation they seemed only to have arrived at, but she tried to tear the head off her doll and cried what sounded like Gog.
— There, you hear, her mother said. Clever girl, she crooned at her. Say God. Say sky.
— Koy.
— She has said her prayers, Kit said in weariness. "

― Anthony Burgess , A Dead Man in Deptford