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Brother of the More Famous Jack Brother of the More Famous Jack by Barbara Trapido
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“It's a showy habit I've got," I say. "To be always quoting poetry and stuff. Some of us use our brains, and some of us use our memories.”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
“She could surely rise to a dishwasher, but she prefers to use her children. She believes that a row of children chopping vegetables is a better thing than a machine.”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
“I think that before he turned and walked away from me I said that I was sorry. In this life there are those that apologise and those that do not. I am a person who says sorry if a passer-by stands on my foot.”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
“I am in general susceptible to style.”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
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“¿Qué es la vida sino el tránsito de las espinillas a las arrugas en pos de la sabiduría?”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
“engage Rosie and”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
“Now we have a humanist’s despair before the News,”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
“You may produce lunch two hours late, but you make it worth the eating, Janie.”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
“He gains strength from the myth of his wife’s incompetence.”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
“forgive me, since this isn’t my cabbage patch”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
“He was clad in stylish pale linen and had a squashy packet of Gallic fags jutting from his breast pocket.”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
“It had ceased to bother me that Michele didn't believe a word that I said. It gave me the liberty to lie whenever I chose.”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack
“I pictured myself sitting by the fire and knitting the Celtic mists and shadowy pools into my cloth. I pictured Jonathan getting up from his typewriter and going out to split wood like a man in Ingmar Bergman, and the child, with woollen mittens flapping at its cuffs, tottering after him.”
Barbara Trapido, Brother of the More Famous Jack