“A phrase Max had used bothered me. I was not to be surprised if my work underwent a change. I might find it becoming more creative. What the hell had Max meant by that? What was wrong with my work… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“Pamela’s prescription was simple: give the summer mornings to Cliff End, then, in September, go full blast at the book. Specious, but I knew too well that the longer the respite the more painful would be the labour of a… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“I think that school of yours sounds stuffy. Weren’t you glad to leave it?’ ‘I was! Especially at first.’ ‘Then you began to feel… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“We are all poor sinful creatures, and the wiser we grow, the harder it is for us to avoid falling into sin. I sometimes… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“On Sunday night and again on Tuesday we were both out of bed, exploring and listening. We had begun to distrust the evidence of… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“She smiled at me, but I could not respond. I was filled with foreboding. An hour ago all had been well; we had stood… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“Like many people who have active imaginations and dream a good deal she is a morning sluggard and likes to breakfast in her room.” — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“A phrase Max had used bothered me. I was not to be surprised if my work underwent a change. I might find it becoming… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“Pamela’s prescription was simple: give the summer mornings to Cliff End, then, in September, go full blast at the book. Specious, but I knew… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“What a pity that one forgets!’ she said. ‘No,’ I replied tersely, ‘it is one of nature’s best dispensations. You should be living in… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
