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If things were no longer going on the way they should be, didn’t that mean anything could happen?
not just lost the plot but having wilfully flushed the entire script down the shitter.
bad dreams trapped like astral rising damp in the foundations.
White-water driving by some Netto Fabulous crash-dummy who bled Burberry,
in general people’s lives would be sufficient to explain them going silly.
This girl, he thought, could eat him, then burp raucously and be upon her way without a second thought.
Their brief knot of hilarity and mutual incomprehension was unravelled into two loose, snickering ends that trailed away in opposite directions.
eyelids’ plush pink safety curtain,
It would over-egg the lily. It would gild the pudding.
susurrus
There was no door-policy in Mansoul. People kept themselves out, rich and poor alike, either because they thought they were too good to mingle, or too bad.
He saw blue posters with a woman’s face on. She had pained eyes like somebody who’s embarrassed by you but is too polite to say, and a nose built only for looking down.
Guildhall Road, George Row and Angel Lane
Alma allows herself the guttural chortle of an ogre who’s just realised where the schoolchildren are hiding.
Her personality is a long-running radio drama that is broadcast chiefly for her own amusement, much as she suspects is true of many people.
From rags to rags to rags to rags to dust has never been an Oscar-winning formula.
screwtineyesees
The drugs, in Rome’s opinion, are born of the probably-American idea that those in the developed world have an inalienable right to be contented every hour of their existence.
Roman has a capacity for violence, never a propensity.
When all this extraordinary stuff is happening everywhere, are Stan Lee’s post-war fantasies of white neurotic middle-class American empowerment really the most adequate response?
Britain rules a moment which it has mistaken for the globe.
A Christmas Carol not The Signalman, Canterville Ghost perhaps but not Lost Hearts, the English ghost story it’s marvellous one of the things
the intestinal tangle of sun-buttered streets,
He might have warmed up more to culture if it didn’t act quite so compulsory.
