"The grim place was filed with every conceivable variety of brainstick unfortunate. Some wantered about giggling to themselves, some were embroiled in debates with invisible partners, some were confined to small cages on the floor, and still others were bound in the latest archaic fetters from the 'Inquisition's Surplus Torture Paraphenialia and Swimwear catalogue.'"


"The Shroud of the Thwacker", page 185