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He watches each death, until he is tutored to his own.

'Hey, Sanson?'

'Citizen Danton?'

'Show my head to the people. It's worth the trouble.'

London is like the sea and the gallows. It refuses none.

At some point on your road you have to turn and start walking back towards yourself. Or the past will pursue you and bite the nape of your neck, leave you bleeding in the ditch. Better to turn and face it with such weapons as you possess.

Pybus thinks they have come to a country where they do not have a moon, but Vance is sure they will see it presently, and so they do, drowned in a muddy puddle in Chandos Street.

'Nature cannot be helped, I suppose. It cannot be prayed against. I ply my trade on my back; I am a star-gazer.'

Merit gains no reward, or duty done; the lucky prosper, and any of us could be that.

Stories cannot save him. When memory runs out, there is the memory of animals: behind that, the memory of the plants, and behind that the memory of the rocks. But the wind and sea wear the rocks away; and the cell-line runs to its limit, where meaning falls away from it, and it loses knowledge of its own nature. Unless we plead on our knees with

Happily – unlike André, who no longer sees anyone – I have made friends with some of my pupils and younger colleagues: I like them better than women of my own age. Their curiosity spurs mine into life: they draw me into their future, on the far side of my own grave.

He pulled Camille into this arms. His body seemed strange and precarious, made of shadows and angles.