It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York.
It was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind.
“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.”
When I reached ‘C’ company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into view below me through the grey mist of early morning.
I want to add my own but my cat Smeagol is sleeping on me and I would feel bad waking her up to go find the book! But I love these books so c’est bon.
“The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane.”
“The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.”
“It wasn’t a very likely place for disappearance, at least at first glance.”