* Anke looks at the marshal's baton and suddenly has to think of the drawings of carved bones, which to some prehistoric peoples was a sign of leadership, or something like that...
Suitov: Army people are prehistoric, really. It's very funny.
Anke: Well, a baton is practically a stylised club...
Suitov: And "drop and gimme twenty" is scarcely stylised at all from "I grab your throat until you roll over and pee yourself".
Anke: A little less messy, possibly
Suitov: And more intellectually satisfying, as opposed to brutishly satisfying. Still as distasteful.
Suitov: If I lived in your era, I'd be - in the chess club. Editor of the school magazine. Head of the drama society. Picked second last for cricket and rugger, just ahead of the asthmatic girl in bottle-end glasses. But I live in my own context, and I'm employing what are essentially Phys Ed teachers to shout my troops into order. If you don't find that boggling, you're stronger-minded than I.