The very dogs were all asleep, and the flies, drunk with moist sugar in the grocer's shop, forgot their wings and briskness, and b...aked to death in dusty corners of the window.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is the Night Mail crossing the Border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order,... Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, The shop at the corner, the girl next door.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in "the social" our historic passio...ns have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial cosiness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The ho...rse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The windows were then closed and the steam turned on. There was a sign up saying that no one could smoke, but you couldn't help it.... You were lucky if you didn't burst into flames.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »