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'I'd like a stick of Brighton rock,' she said.
Again he grinned: only the devil, he thought, could have made her answer that. She was good, but he'd got her like you got God in the eucharist -- in the guts. God couldn't escape the evil mouth which chose to eat its own damnation.
— May 10, 2017 09:52AM
Again he grinned: only the devil, he thought, could have made her answer that. She was good, but he'd got her like you got God in the eucharist -- in the guts. God couldn't escape the evil mouth which chose to eat its own damnation.
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She came away from the wall and lifted her face to him. He knew what was expected of him; he regarded her unmade-up mouth with faint nausea. Saturday night, eleven o'clock, the primeval exercise.
— May 05, 2017 10:21AM
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She got up and he saw the skin of her thigh for a moment above the artificial silk, and a prick of sexual desire disturbed him like a sickness. That was what happened to a man in the end: the stuffy room, the wakeful children, the Saturday night movements from the other bed. Was there no escape - anywhere - for anyone? It was worth murdering a world.
— May 01, 2017 10:51AM
