Abhilasha Singh

“And when all our eyes are closed, when even the ghosts have gone, what will be left of our beloved world?”

Excerpt From: Michael Frayn. “Copenhagen”
― Michael Frayn, Copenhagen

“Decisions make themselves when you’re coming downhill at seventy kilometres an hour. Suddenly there’s the edge of nothingness in front of you. Swerve left? Swerve right? Or think about it and die? In your head you swerve both ways …”

Excerpt From: Michael Frayn. “Copenhagen”
― Michael Frayn, Copenhagen

“You never had the slightest conception of what happens when bombs are dropped on cities. Even conventional bombs. None of you ever experienced it. Not a single one of you. I walked back from the centre of Berlin to the suburbs one night, after one of the big raids. No transport moving, of course. The whole city on fire. Even the puddles in the streets are burning. They’re puddles of molten phosphorus. It gets on your shoes like some kind of incandescent dog-muck—I have to keep scraping it off—as if the streets have been fouled by the hounds of hell. It would have made you laugh—my shoes keep bursting into flame. All around me, I suppose, there are people trapped, people in various stages of burning to death. And all I can think is, How will I ever get hold of another pair of shoes in times like these?”

Excerpt From: Michael Frayn. “Copenhagen”
― Michael Frayn, Copenhagen

“Not your view, I know—you’d be happy to describe what you were up to purely in differential equations if you could—”

Excerpt From: Michael Frayn. “Copenhagen”.”
― Michael Frayn, Copenhagen