Alan Sharp
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A Grim Almanac of York
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2015
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6 editions
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A Grim Almanac of Edinburgh & the Lothians
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2009
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Jack the Ripper and the Irish Press
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| The end of the world is an event, but in this case it is also a place. In fact, an island in the Mediterranean, home to the last 125 people on earth. It is owned by Niema, a brilliant biotech scientist who revolutionised the world, while there still ...more | |
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| Published in 1952, this is a relatively early Heinlein tome, written at a time when he was churning out novels on a rate of one or two a year. It essentially consists of a romp through the solar system with the titular family, and is quite a lightwei ...more | |
“ Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot? That Pozzo passed, with his carrier, and that he spoke to us? Probably. But in all that what truth will there be? He'll know nothing. He'll tell me about the blows he received and I'll give him a carrot. (pause) Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener. At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on. (Pause.) I can't go on! (Pause.) What have I said? ”
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