Comedians,The

Comedians,The

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When I think of all the grey memorials erected in London to equestrian generals, the heroes of old colonial wars, and to frock-coated politicians who are even more deeply forgotten, I can find no reason to mock the modest stone that commemorates Jones on More info →
Confidential Agent

Confidential Agent

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The gulls swept over Dover. More info →
End of the Affair, The

End of the Affair, The

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A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead. More info →
England Made Me

England Made Me

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She might have been waiting for her lover. More info →
Heart of the Matter, The

Heart of the Matter, The

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Wilson sat on the balcony of the Bedford Hotel with his bald pink knees thrust against the ironwork. More info →
Ministry of Fear, The

Ministry of Fear, The

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There was something about a fete which drew Arthur Rowe irresistibly, bound him a helpess victim to the distant blare of a band and the knock-knock of wooden balls against coconuts. More info →
Our Man in Havana

Our Man in Havana

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"That nigger going down the street," said Dr. Hasselbacher standing in the Wonder Bar, "he reminds me of you, Mr. Wormold." More info →
Stamboul Train

Stamboul Train

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The purser took the last landing card in his hand and watched the passengers pass the grey wet quay , over a wilderness of rails and points, round the corners of abandoned trucks. More info →
Brighton Rock

Brighton Rock

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Hale knew, before he had been in Brighton three hours, that they meant to murder him. More info →
Burnt-Out Case, A

Burnt-Out Case, A

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The cabin-passenger wrote in his diary a parody of Descartes: 'I feel discomfort, therefore I am alive,' then sat pen in hand with no more to record. More info →