He wasn't a complete human being at all. He was a tiny bit of one, unnaturally developed; something in a bottle, an organ kept alive in a laboratory. I thought he was a sort of primitive savage, but he was something absolutely modern and up-to-date that only this ghastly age could produce. A tiny bit of a man pretending to be whole.

Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder (ed. Penguin UK, 2012) - ISBN: 9780141903187