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1.02 - How the bullying of Tommy came to be and stopped after his talk with Miss Lucy

1.01 - Kathy H., first rate carer for donors for 12 years (since her 19th). Memories of Hailsham (high school, it seems), where she with her friend Ruth and others took part in humiliating Tommy on the sports field.

23. Strays

Angie Dickinson liked my eye shadow. I told her it was just chalk, the kind you rub on pool cues. “It’s too die for, that blue,…” (p. 177)

1. The Past That Will Not Stay Past
1.18 - A love too thick

” The prickly, mean-eyed Sweet Home girl he knew as Halle’s girl was obedient (like Halle), shy (like Halle), and with-crazy (like Halle). He was wrong. This here Sethe was new.” (p. 193)

”I stopped him,” she said, staring at the place where the fence used to be. “I took and put my babies where they‘d be safe.” (p. 193)

And if she thought anything, it was No. No. Nono. Nonono. Simple. She just flew. (p. 192)

Distance moves through the dim lines of the inland elms, and comes closer, and gathers behind the darkness of the hawk. I know he will not fly now. I climb over the wall and stand before him. And he sleeps. (p. 191)

I love the desolate, but this was beyond desolation. It was dead. (p. 190)

(April 2nd)

(March 31st)

(March 30th)

(March 29th)

Beauty is vapour from the pit of death. (p. 182)

March 28th

The orchard tiercels flight was a courtship ritual, and very successful it seems. Apparently the happy couple then leaves for the Dutch riverlands…

The flight of the orchard tiercel on March 28th is a beautiful example of lyricism! Ending with what Baker seems to be looking for since the first pages: With the whole valley to choose from, he had s chosen to come back to the orchard where I was standing. There is a bond: impalpable, indefinable, but it exists. (p. 179)

Gliding, speaking, hovering, sculling, he seemed to be freed at last from his orchard obsession. Free! You cannot know what freedom means to you have seen a peregrine loosed into the warm spring sky to roam at will through all the far provinces of light. (p. 179)

[The dark brown tiercel] has found a meaning for me, but I do not know what it is. I am his slow and moribund companion, Caliban to his Ariel. (p. 177)

(March 27th)

It was like a man trying to escape from a maze. It leapt on to the marsh, and I saw its red-brown back undulating away towards a grazing rabbit that was big with disease and helpless as a bogged cow. But the stoat did not kill it. It survived, protected by the horror of its own private death. (p. 176)

(March 23rd)

(Match 22nd)

(March 21st)

March 20th
Worms, like mice, are merely savouries, which moulting peregrines seem unable to resist. (p. 164)

(Match 17th)

(March 16th)

March 15th

Two tiercels