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The following afternoon, we all went copper-squashing again. This time, though, as the train came cheerfully crunching along, we also had to place a pin on the halfpenny. By the end of the week, I had become the owner of a rare golden disc, embossed all with a crucifixion of silver. (...)

We were minding his rabbit. No one was going to touch that man's rabbit. We would kill anyone who tried to nick his rabbit.
'It's 'ere, mister,' Hooky said, handing the man his parcel, but he was too shy and daft to look that brave man in the eye.

The sergeant was standing in the hall once more. I directed his gaze to Shaw's sculpture. On my way to join the navy, I told him, when rattling about on a railway train, I had read of Shaw's death in a newspaper. The report had also stated that after breaking yet another bone some days earlier, Shaw had said, 'If I survive this, I shall be immortal.'

(...)
A stake at my disposal to cushion the vital, uncertain months ahead of me had been necessary. Earlier that year, she had seen me take a short voyage on a one-way liberty boat from the depot ship called her the Montplonk; we did of the submarine flotilla I had served for well over a year.

(...)
There followed a few phrases which Mr Dahlerus found that he couldn't mind at all but which, I fancy, went, 'It is my unshakeable intention to build a dog track at Linz.'
Da Da looked at Fat Hermann. Hermann was watching, nor did he wobble a chin.

What remains remarkable and memorable to me is that, from beginning to end, the hands did not spill one crumb.

I was fond of Big Bluey, more fond of Trudie, but I couldn't bear the bloody parrot; I found it to be a thoroughly disagreeable brute. Trudie was a dote who, in her heyday, had been a high-kicking dancer and singer in the Edwardian theatre world. (...)