Without the story - in which everyone living, unborn and dead, participates - men are no more than bits of paper blown on the cold wind. — George Mackay Brown Copy Share Image
As soon as the seal was clear of the water, it reared up and its skin slipped down to the sand. What had been… — George Mackay Brown Copy Share Image
The first few glasses of beer were a revelation; they flushed my veins with happiness; they washed away all cares and shyness and worries.… — George Mackay Brown Copy Share Image
Without the story - in which everyone living, unborn and dead, participates - men are no more than bits of paper blown on the… — George Mackay Brown Copy Share Image
In Scotland, when people congregate, they tend to argue and discuss and reason; in Orkney, they tell stories. — George Mackay Brown Copy Share Image
