QUOTE : I am not in control, Cornelius, of the way my fucking brain turns. You know where I’m at sometimes? Just by way of hysterical fucking example? I’m in nineteen twenty fucking dot. I’m in the Bluecoat orphanage. How fucking cruel and how fucking lonely? To lie awake at night in the middle of the city. No brothers here, no sisters. A kid awake in the city and lonely. It’s the winter and deep in. This gimpy fucking kid in the corner bed. This snot-faced raggedy limpy kid. The best part of you’s dripped down your dad’s leg, hasn’t it, Freddie?<br /><br />Ah John<br /><br />And I will not wipe these tears away. My old man? He was like me without the spark plug in. I could have been a fucking disaster as easy. It’s like aunt always said – I’m just the idiot that got lucky.<br /><br />Can you not go easy on yourself the one time, John?<br /><br />No I fucking cannot.