Showing posts with label Great Expectations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Great Expectations. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Nutcracker Sweet

‘Good God!’ cried Mr. Pocket, in an outburst of desolate desperation. ‘Are infants to be nutcracked into their tombs, and is nobody to save them?’

Mr. Pocket. Great Expectations

Friday, July 08, 2005

Coward- what a descriptive word.

In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.

Pip in Great Expectations

It still amazes me that a writer from 145 years ago could describe my life so well; I get the same feeling when I read Dostoyevsky.