"'Would you please fill me in?' the download requested.
"Falaire's look suggested she would like to fill him with concentrated sulfuric acid." (p. 187)
I think that that counts as humour. I am rereading a recent novel by Alan Moore whose prose is rich in similar turns of phrase.
Jesse Nicol has completed the anti-matter hijack, has the Lunarians who had duped him at gunpoint and has freed their prisoner, the Federation intelligence agent, Venator, so he could return to the Federation in triumph with the rescued anti-matter and two prisoners but instead opts to accompany the Lunarians to Proserpina where it is always night because theirs:
"'...is a new world, in a heroic age.'" (p. 190)
- where he might become a poet.
Homer: the Trojan age;
Shakespeare: Cleopatra, Macbeth etc;
Fitzgerald: Omar Khayyam;
Kipling: India;
Nicol: stars, comets, unknowing universe but humans there.
(Observation: the universe knows through us.)
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