Age of Iron
"He is not a rubbish person," I said, lowering my voice, speaking to Florence alone. "There are no rubbish people. We are all people together." (2.83)
"And where did he sleep?"
Florence drew herself up. "In the garage. Bheki and he slept in the garage."
"But how did they get into the garage?"
"They opened the window."
"Can't they ask me before they do something like that?" (2.108-112)
In my day, I thought, policemen spoke respectfully to ladies. In my day children did not set fire to schools. In my day: a phrase one came across in this day only in letters to the editor. Old men and women, trembling with just fury, taking up the pen, weapon of last resort. In my day, now over; in my life, now past. (2.121)