Quotes of the day

"Tyres hum a dawn chorus on the tarmac and then the morning tide sucks out thousands of human sandgrains, most of them dragged eastwards by a monetary moon. Some of them are swept far away by the currents, as far as Manchester and Cheshire. They return on the evening flood, all used up, thousands of popped corks swept in on a tired tide, wave after wave flooding the Welsh shoreline."

"Even as we entered England the sky thickened; I felt as though we were being trapped under the damp, dirty underbelly of a gargantuan rabbit and the crowding nimbus clouds were its clogged fur, pressing down on us, muffling our mouths."

"A distant sun blowlamps the sea, and the upland fields are green phosphorescent seas crashing in giant waves onto the hillsides: their crooked walls are flotsammed with sheep."

"Outside, the earth is flat and colourless - clingfilmed ready for reheating; the barcode trees are stark and black, waiting for spring's leafy new price tags. I wait for each dawn as a sick man waits for medical results."

All from Lloyd Jones' strange, elliptical and hallucinogenic novel 'Mr Cassini', which I've just recently finished.