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“It's a fallacy to believe that age in itself brings wisdom, but one thing it infallibly brings is experience.”
― Holmes for the Holidays
― Holmes for the Holidays
“For the next half-hour or so there was nothing to be done but sit and suffer it. We had Madame Tetrazzini trilling about the hissing and sissing of the needle, like a princess at the back of a cave with the sea monster snuffling outside it. We had Señor Caruso searching bravely for The Lost Chord in a forest of alien English vowel sounds. We had McCormack’s Kathleen Mavourneen, Clara Butt longing for her Ain Folk in accents suggesting that they might be found somewhere south of Hyde Park, a tenor whose name I forgot summoning Jerusalem, Jerusalem, and everybody looking devout over their empty teacups.”
― Dead Man's Sweetheart
― Dead Man's Sweetheart
“I can understand why you're angry..."
If he'd told me that it was because I was repressing my unconscious I think I'd have thrown a paper-weight at him. Luckily he didn't.”
― Hanging on the Wire
If he'd told me that it was because I was repressing my unconscious I think I'd have thrown a paper-weight at him. Luckily he didn't.”
― Hanging on the Wire
“My mother gave him one of her 'be quiet' looks, announced that this was our evening for speaking French and asked me in that language to pass her some bread, if I pleased.
'Don't turn round' , my mother hissed in English.
I turned around.....”
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'Don't turn round' , my mother hissed in English.
I turned around.....”
―
“Did you know he was an old friend of Monica Minter?"
I don't think that's an business of yours or mine.
You thought it was your business in Swansea last Saturday, when you were having an argument with Mrs. Minter?
"Were you spying on me?"
Not at all. I was spying on Monica Minter.
His mouth fell open.”
― Hanging on the Wire
I don't think that's an business of yours or mine.
You thought it was your business in Swansea last Saturday, when you were having an argument with Mrs. Minter?
"Were you spying on me?"
Not at all. I was spying on Monica Minter.
His mouth fell open.”
― Hanging on the Wire
“Jenny seemed to have spacious ideas about disposing of my time. I glanced at the address on her letter: Nantgarrew, near Llanvihangel, Crucorney, near Abergavenny, Monmouthshire. It would take me several days to pronounce the place, let a lone go to it.”
― Hanging on the Wire
― Hanging on the Wire




