The marvelous maturity of London! I would rather be dead in this town than preening my feathers in heaven. — Nicholas Monsarrat Copy Share Image
“Probably I even remembered, subconsciously, having “Limey bastard!” shouted at me on a street-car … Yes, a certain bias might have crept in. But… — Nicholas Monsarrat Copy Share Image
Sailors, with their built in sense of order, service and discipline, should really be running the world. — Nicholas Monsarrat Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t that they were all pretty, but they were all attractive; they’d obviously taken endless trouble over their appearance, playing up any good… — Nicholas Monsarrat Copy Share Image
The marvelous maturity of London! I would rather be dead in this town than preening my feathers in heaven. — Nicholas Monsarrat Copy Share Image
“...blue eyes as level as a foot rule, with wrinkles at the corners—the product of humour and of twenty years' staring at a thousand… — Nicholas Monsarrat Copy Share Image
“Huge waves, a mile from crest to crest, roared down upon the pygmies that were to be their prey; sometimes the entire surface of… — Nicholas Monsarrat Copy Share Image
