For it was Saturday night, the best and bingiest glad-time of the week, one of the fifty-two holidays in the slow-turning Big Wheel of the year, a violent preamble to a prostrate Sabbath. Piled up passions were exploded on Saturday… — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share
Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked houses, two up and two down, with digital chimneys like pigs' tits on the rooftops sending up heat and smoke into the cold trough of a windy sky. Stars hid like snipers, taking aim now and again when… — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share
For it was Saturday night, the best and bingiest glad-time of the week, one of the fifty-two holidays in the slow-turning Big Wheel of the year, a violent preamble to a prostrate Sabbath. Piled up passions were exploded on Saturday night, and the effect of a week's monotonous graft in the factory was swilled out of your system in a… — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share
“On his first parade the sergeant-major exclaimed that he couldn't make out the shape of Arthur's head because there was so much hair on… — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share Image
“And when the governor kept saying how 'we' wanted you to do this; and 'we' wanted you to do that, I kept looking round… — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share Image
“Gulls, aeroplaning above the chimney pots, were calling that he must talk to Laura about his plans. He needed no telling, for once in… — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share Image
“I was neither glad nor unhappy to see her, but maybe that's what shock does, because I was surprised, that I will say.” — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share Image
If you went through life refusing all the bait dangled in front of you, that would be no life at all. No changes would… — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share Image
Well, it's a good life and a good world, all said and done, if you don't weaken. — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share Image
Everybody thinks theyll never get married at your age. You think you can go on all your life being single, but you suddenly find… — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share Image
I realized it might be possible to do such a thing, run for money, trot for wages on piece work at a bob a… — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share Image
