NARVIN: Marvellous. I'm going to be destroyed by the living embodiment of sarcasm.

NARVIN: I loathe small talk. I rarely engage in it It seems such a pointless waste of effort.

NARVIN: Right now, [Kransa] saw herself as my personal protegé - she absolutely wasn't- and reported things to me every few minutes as if this would gain extra credits at the end of each semester that she was seconded to me - it absolutely wouldn't.

NARVIN: I sighed. I sigh a lot these days.

NARVIN: Romana, aided by people like Cardinal Braxiatel, and various Chancellors and Castellans of the Chapters and Houses - they all support the damn woman! Ugh! Deep breath. Doesn't matter. Before long, sanity will prevail. It always does.

NARVIN: It was a dark and stormy night. No really, it was. Seriously. Gallifrey doesn't often have lightning and heay rain and huge claps of thunder, and of course in the Capitol itself we don't hear much of it.