Montag, 19. Oktober 2015
"The wooden desk and chair were polished like museum furniture. Even the tin of fudge sweets and decanter of whisky were things you must not touch. It was the same with his father. Byron ever tried to hug him, and sometimes he wished he could, the embrace ran away at the very last minute and became a handshake." (S.51)

"She snapped into being mother again, like an umbrella shooting into the right shape" (S.63)

"She laundered his shirts and smalls and it was like knowing the Queen was in residence, except that it was his father's underpants hanging in the sunshine instead of the Union Jack." (S.75)

irgendwann hab ich vergessen Zitate rauszuschreiben^^ :D


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