The Christine Brooke-Rose Omnibus: Four Novels: Out, Such, Between, Thru
Language: English
Pages: 742
ISBN: 1857548841
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The Black Death: A Personal History
–From your present university? Or from … Cambridge? –Cambridge? –Oh, Telford, you promised. –I know, Liz. But I find it hard to accept that a man can forget to that extent. Drink Inter-Air, Fly World without End. Read Tell-Star in The Daily Sphere. Say it with bright imperatives to the citizens, and don’t forget to tell the journalists that she bombards the rectilinear room with the particles of a furious relief that spiral round the zig-zags in a magnetic field emanating the fact that I have.
Frieda. — And incidentally I heard you mispronounce Heil Hitler when we met the von Berlinghausens in the Marktplatz the other day. You said Hell Hitler. Now if you meant hell bright, the witticism, though ungrammatical, can pass. But I suspect that now you have started English at school you meant something quite different. And if you did you might get it correct for in English you would have to say To Hell Hitler which might not pass quite so easily even as a so-called witticism would you not.
Large stalls at ground and upper levels, each filled with hay stacked up, and some with straw. The left side is a stable, each stall white tiles and stainless steel, filled with its cow ruminating in clean fresh straw. Straight ahead, at the upper level, there is no facia-board but only another stack of hay. Straight ahead, at the upper level, in the corner to the left where the hay has been dipped into, the morning light pours from the Southern window to illuminate one solitary kidney shape of.
Didn’t you take down the inscriptions? –Good heavens, here I lie half-dead and you expect me to sit up and interpret omens. In my condition. –Get up, Someone, you haven’t even got a scar. –I feel choked – –Dippermouth swallowed his bubble-gum. All his machinery’s got clogged and time has nearly stopped. You must act fast. –Why me? –You’ll have to operate, quickly, Someone. You know the five geometries. –Do I? … All right. I’ll need Gut Bucket then. –Okay, pop. –Stand still, Gut, and wipe.
Worst or even the best needles his own self-satisfaction and then, oh then, he condemns and destroys. –We all do that, Brenda. Some people have transparency but resistance, like solid light, so that you merge with them but can’t walk through them. Some have a soft opaqueness, which deflects the light waves travelling through it and upsets the definition. That hurts. You can walk easily right through them but in a slimy contact. Sometimes I feel that during my death I became everyone I know and I.