ðˌoʊ ðɪ ˈɔːɹkɪd tɹˈɪlədʒi stɹˈeɪz ˌɪntʊ ɐ tˈɪpɪkli ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ vˈeɪn ʌv hjˈuːmɚ, ðɪ aɪdˈɪlɪk lˈænd ʌv hɪz tʃˈaɪldhʊd ænd hɪz əbsˈɛʃən wɪð lə pˈæɹədiz pˈɜːduː ˈɔfən bɹˈɪŋ ɪn ɐn ˈɛlɪmənt ʌv ɪntˈɛns mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli, sˈʌmθɪŋ dɪvˈɛləpt ɪn pˈæɹənˌɔɪə ænd ˌaɪsəlˈeɪʃən ɪnðɪ ˈɪmɪdʒ əvə dɹˈɔːn sˈoːɹd.
Though the Orchid Trilogy strays into a typically English vein of humour, the idyllic land of his childhood and his obsession with le paradis perdu often bring in an element of intense melancholy, something developed in paranoia and isolation in The Image of a Drawn Sword.