What on earth was she doing with her life? Could she just get up and leave?
He missed having a wild green world on his doorstep – no rabbits or pheasants or badgers.
It’s funny, isn’t it,” Miss Woolf whispered in Ursula’s ear, “how much German music we listen to. Great beauty transcends all. Perhaps after the war it will heal all too.
Pamela, even at a distance, was the voice of her conscience, but then it was very easy to have a conscience from a distance.
There was always a second before the siren started when she was aware of a sound as yet unheard. It was like an echo, or rather the opposite of an echo. An echo came afterwards, but was there a word for what came before?
The “eat” part was easy. The praying and loving were harder.
The Knights’ Code,
A woman should be a comfort and a relief, a restful pillow for the weary head.
Sometimes Jackson thought that the past wasn’t just another country, it was a lost continent somewhere at the bottom of an unknown ocean.
Ursula tried to remember what her own last words to her father had been. A nonchalant ‘See you later,’ she concluded. The final irony. ‘We never know when it will be the last time,’ she said…