"I don't rightly recollect when it was the idea of going back home hit me. It could of been one time of any time when I was down in the dumps, my back aching from bending down to pick up the apples that fall when my cart upset. But I could tell you one thing for sure, that down there in that grimy basement in Shepherd's Bush, feeling like a trapped animal while my erstwhile lackey Bob and his bride Jeannie occupied my pent-house on the top floor, it was not hard to wish for a change of scenery and circumstances. And topping that was the daily dread that the pigs would come a-knocking at the basement where Galahad and Brenda conducted their Black Power party affairs, to arrest somebody for something, or merely to give me the shivers."