"That phrase the world had remembered. A dull ease of the mind.
From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his officers, leaned upon his spear. Any general to any officers. They lend ear.
- You, Armstrong, Stephen said. What was the end of Pyrrhus?
- End of Pyrrhus, sir?
- I know, sir. Ask me, sir, Comyn said.
- Wait. You, Armstrong. Do you know anything about Pyrrhus?
A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel. He curled them between his palms at whiles and swallowed them softly. Crumbs adhered to the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy's breath." (U2.15)