Christine's review
Too Late the Phalarope by Alan Paton
Passage From Book:
I knew a man that counted the days, each day, everyday, tearing them off on the little block that stood on his desk. He was always looking at his watch, and saying it’s one o’clock or it’s four o’clock or it’s nine o’clock, as though it were something for satisfaction. When April went, he would say, April’s gone, and wait for May to go too. I never saw him on New Year’s Day, but I suppose he would have said, the old year’s gone; he was waiting for death, though he didn’t know it, because he was afraid of life, though he didn’t know that either.
I have no recollection of reading this book - but a lot of highlighted material from it. I suppose it must have been good. :)
I knew a man that counted the days, each day, everyday, tearing them off on the little block that stood on his desk. He was always looking at his watch, and saying it’s one o’clock or it’s four o’clock or it’s nine o’clock, as though it were something for satisfaction. When April went, he would say, April’s gone, and wait for May to go too. I never saw him on New Year’s Day, but I suppose he would have said, the old year’s gone; he was waiting for death, though he didn’t know it, because he was afraid of life, though he didn’t know that either.
I have no recollection of reading this book - but a lot of highlighted material from it. I suppose it must have been good. :)
