Monday, 18 August 2008

One word for it

I don’t think that of all the beastly things that man ever did, or all the terror he caused me, that there was anything so loathsome as that casual marking of my skin for de Gautet to cut at. There is only one word for it – it was German. and if you don’t understand what I mean, thank God for it.



Royal Flash, p.122, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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