Costa
Character
Compliance manager, relativist and Žižek fanboy. Defends the jacuzzi with homoeopathy, central funding and all the authority of water diluted beyond Avogadro’s Constant.
Appears in
From the books (3 passages)
* Costa had hired Mr Luvvertory, a bearded white Tolstoyan-looking baby daddy with pretensions to beatification as some kind of sapient elder-stateshippy, although if you looked him in the eyes there was about Mr Luvvertory a je ne sais quoi of pathology. Mr Luvvertory very comfortably inhabited the nexus of Montpelier, Stokes Croft and St Pauls. Now, Mr Luvvertory made something of a model of Harold Skimpole before him. for…
…over Guy Pigge’s tribal burps, oh well look, I not want to get drawn into debate with you Costa, but it does not matter, everyone really know deep down, even you, that quaint Edwardian compounds have no super-placebo effect when diluted beyond Avogadro’s Constant.
…the tics and twitches, the barely suppressed hysterias that contributed so much to the formation of his identity, Costa as was proper and condign began bitterly to regret the trust he had reposed in his subordinate. The line he had crossed. Overfamiliarity. Reeled out of the Fruit & Nut Flake, stumbled down the hill. But not left into the precinct with the shop and the pharmacy, and the little knot…