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Christina
is on page 172 of 182
"My palm," the girl said... She held it out under the candle. "Once is enough," Fludd said.
"No, tell me again. I didn't listen properly the first time. I want to know my destiny."
"I can't tell you that."
"I thought it was written in my lines. I thought you believed in it."
"Patterns can alter," Fludd said. "A soul is a thing in a state of flux. Your fate is mutable. Your will is free."
— Oct 20, 2026 09:16PM
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"No, tell me again. I didn't listen properly the first time. I want to know my destiny."
"I can't tell you that."
"I thought it was written in my lines. I thought you believed in it."
"Patterns can alter," Fludd said. "A soul is a thing in a state of flux. Your fate is mutable. Your will is free."
Christina
is on page 83 of 182
"...But first, tell me, how long is it since your last confession?"
"Not long," the penitent said flatly. ...And what she said might be true, in the Netherhoughtonian perception. Up there, they were still gossiping about the Abdication; not that of Edward VIII, but that of James II. Their quarrels stretched back to time immemorial; they had grievances that pre-dated the Conquest.
— Oct 19, 2026 01:56PM
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"Not long," the penitent said flatly. ...And what she said might be true, in the Netherhoughtonian perception. Up there, they were still gossiping about the Abdication; not that of Edward VIII, but that of James II. Their quarrels stretched back to time immemorial; they had grievances that pre-dated the Conquest.
Christina
is on page 68 of 182
'"Young things," Sister Anthony said. "Nuns today. Want coddling. Finicky."
"Do you want coddling, Father Fludd?" Purpit asked: gaily, without malice.
He glanced at her. Her gaiety was a terrible thing to see.'
— Oct 19, 2026 10:28AM
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"Do you want coddling, Father Fludd?" Purpit asked: gaily, without malice.
He glanced at her. Her gaiety was a terrible thing to see.'
Christina
is on page 57 of 182
"We saw an ambulance, Father," they said. "Touch my shoulder, touch my knee, Pray to God it won't be me. Then we have to hang on to us collars till we see a white dog."
But you haven't got collars," Fludd said.
"Where they would be, if we had," the children explained; and one small girl said, "We have to make do."
— Oct 18, 2026 12:22PM
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But you haven't got collars," Fludd said.
"Where they would be, if we had," the children explained; and one small girl said, "We have to make do."
Christina
is on page 27 of 182
'You could not say that in Fetherhoughton there was a bush telegraph, for in that place, scoured as it was by Siberian winds, you could not find a bush.'
— Oct 15, 2026 07:54PM
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Christina
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'They did not think it was cruel to mock the afflicted, they thought it was perfectly natural; they were sentimental but pitiless, very scathing, and unforgiving about any aberration, deviation, eccentricity, or piece of originality. There was a spirit abroad in the village that discriminated so thoroughly against pretention that it also discriminated against ambition, even against literacy.'
— Oct 13, 2026 03:22PM
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The Usual
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There’s something slightly rabid about Hilary Mantel – a kind of vicious relish to her writing. Not sure what it says about me that I like that.
— Aug 21, 2026 12:34PM
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Julia Iannucci
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Honestly loving but have no idea what the premise is. It’s fun to listen to and there’s lots of quirky priests and nuns
— May 05, 2026 06:00AM
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