Saturday, 27 September 2008

The training of years



For a moment I thought I’d killed him, but I didn’t wait about to see. The training of years asserted itself, and I turned and bolted headlong down the path, with no thought but to put as much distance as I could between me and the scene of possible danger.



Royal Flash, p.178, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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