Oh, the Grand Trunk management had made mistakes – oops, “well-intentioned judgments which, with the benefit of hindsight, might regrettably have been, in some respects, in error” – but these had mostly occurred, it appeared, while correcting “fundamental systemic errors” committed by the previous management. No one was sorry for anything, because no living creature had done anything wrong; bad things had happened by spontaneous generation in some weird, chilly, gemoetrical other-world, and “were to be regretted.”*

*Another bastard phrase that’d sell itself to any weasel in a tight corner.

– on the passive voice |
Terry Pratchett, Going Postal