The Road to Station X: From Debutante Ball to Fighter-Plane Factory to Bletchley Park, a Memoir of One Woman's Journey Through World War Two

by Sarah Baring

Women hate easier than men because they do not have to do the killing.

I put on what was left of my Chanel scent and dismissed apprehension.

As London strove to breathe, the blessed dawn arrived to quench her fires, satisfy her thirst and bury her dead.

He had a dressing-up trunk for us to pretend to act plays. I was particularly fond of wearing a necklace of gold-coloured beads, but someone in the family took them to the British Museum who confirmed that they were 400 B.C. Naturally I never saw them again.