A Solitary War
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0356019268
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
374 pages
La mémoire du cœur: chroniques littéraires 1987-2012 (Les Cahiers de la NRF)
Children's Literature: A Very Short Introduction (Very Short Introductions)
motionless in that cream-coloured automobile on the sheep-walk beside the marshes. Had Penelope taken them there to initiate them into the delights of bird-watching, and found them alien to that wild place? There the three sat, still and unspeaking, in the motorcar beside the furze bushes where passerine migrants rested after the long journey across the North Sea. They stared ahead, as though unseeing, as he hurried past them. There was nothing he could do on the farm. The arable was set hard
and so was not surprised. ‘Unforeseen difficulties have arisen’. Appointment made with Mr. Poluski postponed once more. Meanwhile, Mr. P. asked him to continue evolving ideas. Mr. P. was not, it seemed, evolving money, rolling coins in his direction. Then a telegram from Arrowsmith. Would he meet the producer on Monday, bringing the synopsis of the story with him? Phillip at once telephoned Donald Cannock, the film star, for whom he had a deep feeling of friendship. And the feeling was
war. Recently P.C. Bunnied had reported that, in 1938, Capt. Maddison had told him the war would start in September, 1939. Phillip had merely repeated what Birkin had told him. Now P.C. Bunnied got in the back of the leading black car, to be followed by the prisoner and the sergeant. The plain-clothes men followed in the second car. Down the narrow village street, its shabbiness sliding back out of sight, to the cross-roads. There stood Horatio Bugg, his mouth open. Phillip flipped a hand at
Donatello head and face, with its meditative balance of features, coral-pink lobe of ear under pale gold hair? He saw the depth of her eyes open to him, he could not hold his look, but turned away; and looking again, saw not the deeps of her eyes, but withdrawal, a closing of her spirit. “Where shall we go?” said Chettwood, when the bill was signed. “To the Late Joys of the Players Club? Or for a drink down in South Kensington?” Thither they went by taxi, Chettwood saying he was a member of
Not to mention Teddy and me. Well, nothing I can do seems to please you. I’ve never been treated anywhere else in my life, as I’ve been treated since I came here! As for Billy, I can tell you it worries Teddy and me considerably, the future of that poor child. More tea, ‘Little Ray of Sunshine?” “No, thanks, ‘Little Ray of Table Shine’.” “But usually you have two cups at night.” “I won’t tonight, thanks very much.” It was freezing again, he didn’t want to awake about 1 a.m. and lie in bed an
