Books 2010

Books 2009

Short stories

Thursday, 22 April 2010

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Sunday, 18 October 2009

Thursday, 24 September 2009

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Monday, 24 August 2009

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

Monday, 29 June 2009

Monday, 15 June 2009

Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Sunday, 25 May 2008

Wednesday, 21 May 2008

Thursday, 15 May 2008

Monday, 05 May 2008

Wednesday, 23 April 2008

Thursday, 17 April 2008

Wednesday, 02 April 2008

Wednesday, 19 March 2008

Sunday, 16 March 2008

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Friday, 21 December 2007

Thursday, 29 November 2007

Monday, 26 November 2007

Sunday, 24 June 2007


  • Nothing is of greater consolation to the author of a novel than the disovery of readings he had not conceived but which are then prompted by his readers. (Umberto Eco, Reflections on The Name of the Rose)
  • ... relatively few persons in London ... can afford the luxury of one or more servants. No fewer than 3,700,000 have no servants at all, and of the half million that have servants 227,000 have only one. (The Times, 6 June 1895)
  • Standing among savage scenery, the hotel offers stupendous revelations. There is a French widow in every bedroom, affording delightful prospects. (Tyrolean inn brochure, according to Gerard Hoffnung)
  • (A doctor is at an elderly relative's deathbed) "The old sawbones, eh?" he bellowed ... "Just in the nick, perhaps. Haul the old girl back by the short hairs, if you ask me. Devilish smart at his work ... Always take a fence with more confidence when I know he's out with us."
  • Too often, when a man of Monty Godkin's mental powers is plunged in thought, nothing happens at all. The machinery just whirs for a while, and that is the end of it. (P G Wodehouse, Heavy Weather)
  • ...the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Laurence took his grid (Kipling, The Five nations)

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