“The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.”

“The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.”

“...hear the language, this English, double-jointed as Bedivere's limbs. It only sounds awkward. In its ability to join one concept to another as with pegs, its dependent clauses, figures of speech and cadenced alliteration, a man can say one thing five ways and yet imply a sixth; can change meaning with an inflection, a pause or a deliberate misuse of a word, can mock, scorn and flay an opponent without uttering one overt insult.”