“Briony said reasonably, 'How can you hate plays?' 'It's just showing off.' Pierrot shrugged as he delivered this self-evident truth.” — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
He scooped up my arm, swung me round. “Let go, Cecil,” I said. “I’ve a strange dislike of being forced.” “But Briony,” he said, “I’m so full of good spirits. I could walk to London, I think!” Why didn’t he? — Franny Billingsley Copy Share Image
