Joel was obviously in a mood, and if he was going to start yelling, Alex would rather be alone. “What did I do this time?” “It's more what you didn't do, idiot.”

He took another wife, and had by her a son, Hiutzilihiutl [sic], and by his concubines several children, of whom Izcoatl was the most renowned.

When she heard the news, she let rip a tirade heard throughout the office.

But perhaps it should be left to her long-term collaborator, Agee, to sum up the work as the record of an ancient, primitive, transient and immortal civilisation, incomparably superior to our own, and its creator as one of a handful who have to be described as good artists, not loosely, or arrogantly, or promotively, but simply because no other description will do.