"Blasphemy came easily to him: it was half his speech, all his life. He had been raised in the gutter school of the twenty-fifth century and spoke nothing but the gutter tongue. Of all brutes in the world he was among the least valuable alive and most likely to survive. So he struggled and prayed in blasphemy; but occasionally his raveling mind leaped backward thirty years to his childhood and remembered a nursery jingle:
"Gully Foyle is my name
And Terra is my nation.
Deep space is my dwelling place
And death's my destination."
- from The Stars My Destination
[more about Bester]