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| 'In the late 1950s, the Royal Canadian Air Force produced a booklet on isometrics, a form of exercise that enjoyed a short but devoted vogue with my father' | |
| '...He would wake up from a sound sleep in the pleasant coolness of the night and find the question sounding noiselessly in his mind, like a tiny drumbeat: why did I do it? Why did | |
| '[She] saw the young man fall from the edge of the upper circle, from the gods. His flight was so sudden and short, and it was for less than a second that she saw him, hair tousled | |
| ''Hole!' [he] said, and then for a change, and with greatly increased emphasis: 'Ole!'' | |
| 'Not once in a generation did the voice of the city change as it was changing now. Day and night, age after age, it had never faltered.' | |
| 'It was in the spring of the year 1894 that all London was interested, and the fashionable world dismayed, by the murder of the Honorable Ronald Adair...' | |
| 'A squat grey building of only thirty-four storeys. Over the main entrance the words...' | |
| 'Time is a blind guide. Bog-boy, I surfaced into the miry streets of the drowned city' | |
| 'At the corner of Adelaide Road, where the paving sparkled in the morning sun, [he] waited by the newspaper stand. A grand day it was, rare and fine.' | |
| 'When I reached 'C' Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back over the camp, just coming into full view below me through the grey mist of the early | |
| 'I ... this-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles), who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as ' | |
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| ''Well, for Petesakes,' protested Alf afterwards in indignant self-justification, 'how was I supposed to know? There was I, more than an hour behind time already, and no sign of th | |
| 'This is where the dragons went. They lie.... Not dead, not asleep. Not waiting, because waiting implies expectation.' | |
| ''The Signora had no business to do it' [she] said 'no business at all...'' | |
| 'The rumble-thud-boom of the big drums answering a message from the east roused [him]. In his five turns...' | |
| 'Until I began to build and launch rockets, I didn't know my hometown was at war with itself over its children...' | |
| 'My dear friends, I knew I could rely on your loyalty. You come running to my call as I would have done to yours.' | |
| 'This morning a postcard, decorated with an American stamp and a fine view of the Florida freeways, put me in mind of the long-distant day when my son Nick left these shores, leavi | |
| 'In a hole in the ground there lived [___]. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozysmell, nor yet a dry bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit d | |
| 'No one told me I had become an old queen. I came to the dreary realisation all by myself. ...' | |
| 'Now that the years have passed and everything's been forgotten, and now that I've received a terse e-mail from Scotland with the sad news of Seldom's death, I feel I can break my | |
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