“Ay, it will. It’ll achieve its own salvation. When the last real man is killed, and they’re all tame: white, black, yellow, all colours of tame ones: then they’ll all be insane. Because the root of sanity is in the balls. Then they’ll all be insane , and they’ll make their grand auto da fé. You know auto da fé means act of faith? Ay well, they’ll make their own grand little act of faith. They’ll offer one another up.”

“You mean kill one another?”

“I do, duckie! If we go on at our present rate then in a hundred years’ time there won’t be ten thousand people in this island: there may not be ten. They’ll have lovingly wiped each other out.” The thunder was rolling further away.

“How nice!” she said.