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“I can manage,” said Larry with dignity; “I've had quite
enough attempts on my life for one day.”
(G. Durrell)
C
Gordon [beginning to fiddle about with wireless]: What's disturbing
the ether tonight?
Freda: Oh, Gordon, don't start it again. We've only just turned it off.
Gordon: What did you hear?
Freda: The last half of a play.
Olwen: It was called The Sleeping Dog.
Stanton: Why?
Olwen: You know, I believe I understand that play now. The sleeping
dod was the truth, do you see, and that man – the husband –
insisted upon disturbing it.
Robert: He was quite right to disturb it.
Stanton: Was he? I wonder. I think it a very sound idea – the truth as
a sleeping dog… I think telling the truth is about as healthy
as skidding round a corner at sixty.
Freda: And life's got a lot of dangerous corner – hasn't it, Charles?
Stanton: It can have – if you don't choose your route well.
(J. B. Priestly)
D
Betty: You're talking about me, all of you. I know you are. I wanted
to go to bed. I started to go. And then I couldn't. I knew you
were all talking about me. I couldn't stand it. I had to come
back.
Freda: Well, you were wrong. As a matter of fact, you're the only
person we haven't been talking about.
Betty: Is that true?
Robert: Yes, of course… Not a word's been said about you. In fact,
we all wanted to keep you out of this.
(J. B. Priestly)
E
The King and the Queen were talking together in a frightened
whisper.
The King was saying, “I assure you, my dear, I turned cold to
the very end of my whiskers!”
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To which the Queen replied, “You haven't got any whiskers.”
“The horror of that moment,” the King went on, “I shall never
forget!”
“You will, though,” the Queen said, if you don't make a
memorandum of it.”
(L. Carroll)
F
I suppose the small greenish statue of a man in a wig on a horse
is one of the famous statues of the world. I said to Cary, “Do you see
how shiny the right knee is? It's been touched so often for luck, like
St. Peter's foot in Rome.”
She rubbed the knee carefully and tenderly, as though she were
polishing it. “Are you superstitious?” I said.
“Yes.”
“I'm not.”
“I'm so superstitious I never walk under ladders. …I try not to
tread on cracks in pavements. Darling, you're marrying the most su-
perstitious woman in the world. Lots of people aren't happy. We are.
I'm not going to risk a thing.”
“You've rubbed the knee so much, we ought to have plenty of
luck at the tables.”
“I wasn't asking for luck at the tables,” she said.
(G. Greene)
G
“I don't have a mother,” he said.
“Oh, Peter, no wonder you were crying,” she said, and got out
of bed and ran to him.
“I wasn't crying about mothers,” he said rather indignantly. “I
was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I was-
n't crying.”
(J. M. Barrie)
“I can manage,” said Larry with dignity; “I've had quite To which the Queen replied, “You haven't got any whiskers.”
enough attempts on my life for one day.” “The horror of that moment,” the King went on, “I shall never
(G. Durrell) forget!”
C “You will, though,” the Queen said, if you don't make a
Gordon [beginning to fiddle about with wireless]: What's disturbing memorandum of it.”
the ether tonight? (L. Carroll)
Freda: Oh, Gordon, don't start it again. We've only just turned it off. F
Gordon: What did you hear? I suppose the small greenish statue of a man in a wig on a horse
Freda: The last half of a play. is one of the famous statues of the world. I said to Cary, “Do you see
Olwen: It was called The Sleeping Dog. how shiny the right knee is? It's been touched so often for luck, like
Stanton: Why? St. Peter's foot in Rome.”
Olwen: You know, I believe I understand that play now. The sleeping She rubbed the knee carefully and tenderly, as though she were
dod was the truth, do you see, and that man – the husband – polishing it. “Are you superstitious?” I said.
insisted upon disturbing it. “Yes.”
Robert: He was quite right to disturb it. “I'm not.”
Stanton: Was he? I wonder. I think it a very sound idea – the truth as “I'm so superstitious I never walk under ladders. …I try not to
a sleeping dog… I think telling the truth is about as healthy tread on cracks in pavements. Darling, you're marrying the most su-
as skidding round a corner at sixty. perstitious woman in the world. Lots of people aren't happy. We are.
Freda: And life's got a lot of dangerous corner – hasn't it, Charles? I'm not going to risk a thing.”
Stanton: It can have – if you don't choose your route well. “You've rubbed the knee so much, we ought to have plenty of
(J. B. Priestly) luck at the tables.”
D “I wasn't asking for luck at the tables,” she said.
Betty: You're talking about me, all of you. I know you are. I wanted (G. Greene)
to go to bed. I started to go. And then I couldn't. I knew you
were all talking about me. I couldn't stand it. I had to come G
back. “I don't have a mother,” he said.
Freda: Well, you were wrong. As a matter of fact, you're the only “Oh, Peter, no wonder you were crying,” she said, and got out
person we haven't been talking about. of bed and ran to him.
Betty: Is that true? “I wasn't crying about mothers,” he said rather indignantly. “I
Robert: Yes, of course… Not a word's been said about you. In fact, was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I was-
we all wanted to keep you out of this. n't crying.”
(J. B. Priestly) (J. M. Barrie)
E
The King and the Queen were talking together in a frightened
whisper.
The King was saying, “I assure you, my dear, I turned cold to
the very end of my whiskers!”
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