[…] we saw gannets plummet, guided by some sort of magical mud vision, and emerge with mulletlike prey held pincerwise.

we ſee Christs words ran not in an Annunciative, but an exhortatory stile

A gang of fags was mobbing about by the notice-boards. They fell silent as he approached. He patted one of them on the head. ‘Pretty children,’ he sighed, digging into his waistcoat pocket and pulling out a handful of change. ‘Tonight you shall eat.’ Scattering the coins at their feet, he moved on.

The plane has been hijacked. They've already knifed a guy.