Some local boys come in and there is a bit of chat between them and the fish-fryer about whether the kestrel under the counter is for sale.
ALAN BENNETTWhat she was finding also was how one book led to another, doors kept opening wherever she turned and the days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
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The masters had no idea what was expected of you in the scholarship exam, so you just had to busk it really.
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I have never understood disliking for war. It panders to instincts already catered for within the scope of any respectable domestic establishment.
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Here I sit, alone at 60, Bald and fat and full of sin Cold the seat, and loud the cistern As I read the (Harpic) (Lysol) tin
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It was the kind of library he had only read about in books.
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The liturgy is best treated and read as if it’s someone announcing the departure of trains.
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At the drabber moments of my life (swilling some excrement from the steps, for instance, or rooting with a bent coat-hanger down a blocked sink) thoughts occur like.
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And if it can be explained that it can be explained away.’ ‘But this is History. Distance yourselves.
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It’s much easier to follow something that’s not been as successful as this.
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It [Cambridge] wasn’t a holy grail in the sense that I’d never been to Cambridge.
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Books are not about passing time. They’re about other lives. Other worlds.
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Above literature?’ said the Queen. ‘Who is above literature? You might as well say one was above humanity.
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In the way of circumstances and background to transcend I had everything an artist could possibly want. It was practically a blueprint.
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But then books, as I’m sure you know, seldom prompt a course of action.
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A photograph on every mantlepiece. And all this mourning has veiled the truth. It’s not so much lest we forget, as lest we remember.
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And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours
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