“‘You’re not going all political on me, are you? I’m not crazy about capitalist hyenas myself but I am not building any barricades. I’m allergic to sawdust.’
“‘No. Nothing like that.’
“If she was allergic to sawdust, he was allergic to revolutionaries. He had met too many on the campus. They were low on laughter and talked things through even more tediously than those who were out of touch with their true feelings. Many of them ended up in the City.”
Alan Plater, Oliver’s Travels