He was wondering why, in Britain, he could get just about every type of coffee possible, including some he felt were patently ridiculous, but finding a good cup of tea was becoming harder and harder.

There was little room in this new world for devils.

I have a theory about suburbs,” Grace mused. “...it all happens here, all the great crimes, kept hidden until they’re too loud to contain. Quiet perversions, quite substance abuse, quiet violence, quiet art. We just don’t hear about it until something big happens. You mark my words – in one of those houses down there is a man with a needle in his arm, fucking a dog whilst composing the greatest poetry since Homer.

Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea? how did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.

Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea! How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.

We came from the south, on Highway 17, from the Tea area, along the south section line, into the campgrounds area to this lot,