Julien throws a jaunty two-fingered salute, the pedipalp on that side of his face flicking in time and in a similar arc before he turns away. All will be well, as the angels say. All things and all manner of things shall be well.

'In the middle of winter I at last discovered there was in me an invincible summer.' The world is terrible, but he doesn't have to be. If anyone understands that, that weird pale mind reader should.