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on the bedside table in her room that

You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy,'" I quoted. "Which Holmes story is that from?" the chief asked. "I don't recognize the reference." "It's from Star Wars

I didn't think The Book of Occasional Services included anything like a Ceremony of Discreet Gloating

Don't you have any desire for vengeance? he asked before he remembered that she wasn't Italian.

To serious readers like him and Paola, reading was an activity, not a pastime, and so the presence of another person added nothing to it.

We can't have Americans being murdered in this city, not with the state of tourism this year. Do you understand that?

knew, yet his behaviour had suggested that his information was of

from exerting his full force out of consideration for what it would do to Brunetti's hand.

Yet my longing for her was like a bad cold that had hung on for years despite my conviction that I was sure to get over it at any moment.

Though Julian could be marvelously kind in difficult circumstances of all sorts, I sometimes got the feeling that he was less pleased by kindness itself than by the elegance of the gesture.

had I stayed in California I might have ended up in a cult or at the very least practicing some weird dietary restriction.

In my own humorless state I failed to see anything except what I construed as certain tragic similarities between Gatsby and myself.

In short: I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way. I

You're a Homeric scholar?' I might have said yes, but I had the feeling he'd be glad to catch me in a mistake and he would be able to do it easily. 'I like Homer' I said weakly. He regarded me chill distaste. 'I love Homer' He said.

the classical mind is narrow, unhesitating, relentless... I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.

From the sound of it, had I stayed in California I might have ended up in a cult or at the very least practicing some weird dietary restriction.

the atmosphere it breathed was like the light-rinsed airiness of a wall opposite an open window.

We'd done our errands, not to mention an awful lot of cocaine in the parking lot of Burger King . . .

In Paradise Lost he pushes English to its very limits but I think no language without noun cases could possibly support the structural order he attempts to impose.

garden hoes, there was a small but conspicuous headline.

Like something from Tolstoy, isn't it? he remarked. Julian looked over his shoulder, and I was startled to see that there was real delight on his face.

was surprised at his reaction. "So it was a brawl," he said, with childish delight.

I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.

unbearable claustrophobia of the soul, the windowless room, no way out, waves of shame and horror