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Mystery.
Suspense.
Thriller.
For a year, the murder of Mrs. Yvonne Harrison at her home in Oxfordshire had baffled the Thames Valley CID. The manner of her deathâ??her naked handcuffed body left lying in bedâ??matched her reputation as a women of adventuresome sexual tastes. The case seemed perfect for Inspector Morse. So why has he refused to become involvedâ??even after anonymous hints of new evidence, even after a fresh murder? Sgt. Lewis's loyalty to his infuriating boss slowly turns to deep distress as his own investigations suggest that Mrs. Harrison was no stranger to Morse. Far from it. Never has Morse performed more brilliantly than in this final adventure, whose masterly twists and turns through the shadowy byways of passion grip us to the dea… (more) |
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Ensanguining the skies
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found
How hopeless underground
Falls the remorseful day
(A.E. Housman, More Poems, XVI)
When I wrote my 1997 letter I thought I had little to look forward to in 1998, but it turns out that I was stupidly optimistic
(David MacKenzie, On the Dole in Darlington)  Prolegomenon
As o'er me now thy lean'st thy breast,
With launder'd bodice crisply pressed,
Lief I'd prolong my grievous ill--
Wert thou my guardian angel still.
(Edmund Raikes, 1537-65, The Nurse) Chapter 1
You holy Art, when all my hope is shaken,
And through life's raging tempest am I drawn,
You make my heart with warmest love to waken,
As if into a better world reborn.
(From An Die Musik, translated by Basil Swift) Chapter 2
When Napoleon's eagle eye flashed down the list of officers proposed for promotion, he was wont to scribble in the margin against any particular name: "Is he lucky, though?"
(Felix Kirkmarkham, The Genius of Napoleon) Chapter 3
Which of you shall have a friend and shalt go unto him at midnight and say unto him, Friend, lend me three loaves. And he from within shall answer and say, Trouble me not: the door is now shut; I cannot rise and give thee. I say unto you, though he will not rise and give him, because he is his friend, yet because of his importunity he will rise and give him as many as he needeth.
(St. Luke, ch. XI, vv. 5-8) Chapter 4
He and the sombre, silent Spirit met--
They knew each other both for good and ill;
Such was their power, that neither could forget
His former friend and future foe; but still
There was a high, immortal, proud regret
In either's eye, as if 'twere less their will
Than destiny to make the eternal years
Their date of war, and their "Champ Clos" the spheres.
(Byron, The Vision of Judgment, XXXII) Chapter 5
In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is King.
(Afghan proverb) Chapter 6
The English country gentleman galloping after a fox -- the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.
(Oscar Wilde) Chapter 7
Whoever could possibly confuse "Traffic Lights" and "Driving License"? You could! Just stand in front of your mirror tonight and mouth those two phrases silently to yourself.
(Lynne Dubin, The Limitations of Lip-reading) Chapter 8
Bankers are just like anybody else,
Except richer.
(Ogden Nash, I'm a Stranger Here Myself) Chapter 9
He looked at me with eyes I thought
I was not like to find.
(A. E. Housman, More Poems, XLI) Chapter 10
He was a self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody.
(Joseph Heller, Catch-22) Chapter 11
Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,
For you have seen him open 't. Read o'er this;
And after, this: and then to breakfast with
What appetite you have.
(Shakespeare, Henry VIII) Chapter 12
Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhimes and shapeless sculpture deck'd,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
(Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard) Chapter 13
Ponderanda sunt testimonia, non numeranda.
(All testimonies aggregate
Not by their number, but their weight)
(Latin proverb) Chaper 14
The man who says to one, go, and he goeth, and to another, come, and he cometh, has, in most cases, more sense of restraint and difficulty than the man who obeys him.
(John Ruskin, The Stones of Venice) Chapter 15
I have received no more than one or two letters in my life that were worth the postage.
(Henry Thoreau) Chapter 16
The vilest deeds like poison weeds
Bloom well in prison-air,
It is only what is good in Man
That wastes and withers there:
Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate.
And the warder is Despair.
(Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol) Chapter 17
What is it that roareth thus?
Can it be a Motor Bus?
All this noise and hideous hum
Indicat Motorem Bum.
(Anon.) Chapter 18
Any fool can tell the truth; but it requires a man of some sense to know how to lie well.
(Samuel Butler) Chapter 19
It's good to hope; it's the waiting that spoils it.
(Yiddish proverb) Chapter 20
Then said the Jews unto him, Thou art not yet fifty years old, and hast thou seen Abraham? Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before Abraham was, I am.
(The Gospel according to St. John, ch. VII, vv. 57, 58) Chapter 21
BURMA (Be Undressed Ready My Angel)
(An acronym frequently printed on the backs of envelopes posted to sweethearts by servicement about to go on leave, or by prisoners about to be released.) Chapter 22
. . . a mountain range of Rubbish, like an old volcano, and its geological foundation was Dust, Coal-dust, vegetable-dust, bone-dust, crockery-dust, rough dust, and sifted dust -- all manner of Dust in the accumulated Rubbish.
(Dickens, Our Mutual Friend) Chapter 23
A novel, like a beggar, should always be kept "moving on." Nobody knew this better than Fielding, whose novels, like most good ones, are full of inns.
(Augustine Birrell, The Office of Literature) Chapter 24
In many an Oxfordshire Ale-house the horseshoe is hung upside-down, in the form that is of an Arch or an Omega. This age-old custom (I have been convincingly informed) is not to allow the Luck to run out but to prevent the Devil building up a nest therein.
(D. Small, A Most Complete Guide to the Hostelries of the Cotswolds) Chapter 25
Sometimes it is that searchers spot
The kind of thing they'd rather not.
(Lessing, Nathan der Weise) Chapter 26
UNDERGRADUATE: But you're blowing up the wrong tyre, sir. It's the back one that's flat.
DON: Goodness me! You mean the two of them are not connected?
(Freshman seeking to assist his tutor outside Trinity College, Oxford) Chapter 27
In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon,
All round the coast the languid air did swoon,
Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
(Tennyson, The Lotus-eaters) Chapter 28
Alas, poor Yorick! -- I knew him, Horatio.
(Shakespeare, Hamlet) Chapter 29
CALIPH: And now how shall we employ the time of waiting for our deliverance?
JAFAR: I shall meditate upon the mutability of human affairs.
MASRUR: And I shall sharpen my sword upon my thigh.
HASSAN: And I shall study the pattern of this carpet.
CALIPH: Hassan, I will join thee: Thou art a man of taste.
(James Elroy Flecker, Hassan) Chapter 30
Often would the deaf man know the answers had he but the faculty of hearing the questions. Likewise would the unimaginative man guess wisely at the answers had he but the wit of posing to himself the appropriate questions.
(Viscount Mumbles, from Essays on the Imagination) Chapter 31
His voice was angry: "What time do you call this?"
She stood penitently on the doorstep: "Sorry!"
"Where've you parked?" (It was the decade's commonest question in Oxford.)
"Exactly. I just couldn't find a parking space anywhere."
(Terry Benczik, Still Life with Absinthe) Chapter 32
Should any young or old officer experience incipient or actual signs of vomiting at the sight of some particularly harrowing scene of crime the said person should not necessarily attribute such nausea to some psychological vulnerability, but rather to the virtually universal reflex-reactions of the upper intestine.
(The SOCO Handbook, Revised 1999) Chapter 33
For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance.
And the merry love the fiddle,
And the merry love to dance:
And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With "Here is the fiddler of Dooney!"
And dance like a wave of the sea.
(W. B. Yeats, The Fiddler of Dooney) Chapter 34
Sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt.
(Always in life are there tears being shed for things, and human suffering ever touches the heart.)
(Virgil, Aeneid, I, I. 462) Chapter 35
The trouble about always trying to preserve the health of the body is that it is so difficult to do without destroying the health of the mind.
(G. K. Chesterton) Chapter 36
Dr. Franklin shewed me that the flames of two candles joined give a much stronger light than both of them separate; as is made very evident by a person holding the two candles near his face, first separate, and then joined in one.
(Joseph Priestley, Optiks) Chapter 37
Careless talk costs lives.
(Second World War slogan)
I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage. They've experienced pain and bought jewelry.
(Rita Rudner) Chapter 38
All persons are puzzles until at last we find in some word or act the key to the man, to the woman; straightaway all their past words and actions lie in light before us.
(Emerson, Journals) Chapter 39
Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?
A: All of my autopsies are performed on dead people.
(Reported in the Massachusetts Lawyers' Journal) Chapter 40
Odd instances of strange coincidence are really not all that odd perhaps.
(Queen Caroline's advocate, speaking in the House of Lords) Chapter 41
But when he once attains the utmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.
(Shakespeare, Julius Caesar) Chapter 42
And what is the use of a book without pictures or conversations?
(Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland) Chapter 43
For coping with even one quarter of that running course known as "Marathon" -- for coping without frequent halts for refreshment or periodic bouts of vomiting -- a man has to dedicate one half of his useful years to quite intolerable training and endurance. Such dedication is not for me.
(Diogenes Small, 1797-1805, The Joys of Occasional Idleness) Chapter 44
CLINTON WINS ON BUDGET, BUT MORE LIES AHEAD
(From USA's Best Newspaper Headlines, 1997) Chapter 45
Nunquam ubi sub ubi! Chapter 46
For the clash between the Classical and the Gothic revivals, visitors might go to the top end of Beaumont Street and compare the Greek glory of the Ashmolean on the left with the Gothic push of the Randolph Hotel on the right.
(Jan Morris, Oxford) Chapter 47
Different things can add up in different ways whilst reaching an identical solution, just as "eleven plus two" forms an anagram of "twelve plus one".
(Margot Gleave, A Classical Education) Chapter 48
We trust we are not guilty of sacrilege in suggesting that the teaching of Religious Knowledge in some schools would pose an almighty challenge even for the Almighty Himself.
(From the introduction to Religious Education in Secondary Schools, 1967-87, HMSO) Chapter 49
"God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!--
Why look'st thou so?" -- "With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross."
(Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner) Chapter 50
I can't tell a lie -- not even when I hear one.
(John Bangs, 1862-1922) Chapter 51
Once cheated, wife or husband feels the same; and where there's marriage without love, there will be love without marriage.
(Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard's Almanack) Chapter 52
With a gen'rous ol' pal who will pick up the tab
It's always real cool in a nice taxi-cab.
(J. Willington Spoole, Mostly on the Dole) Chapter 53
At which period there were gentlemen and there were seamen in the navy. But the seamen were not gentlemen; and the gentlemen were not seamen.
(Macaulay, History of England) Chapter 54
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home.
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
(A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad, XIX) Chapter 55
Wherefore seeing we also are encompassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every prejudice and error that so doth easily beset us.
(St. Paul, Hebrews, ch. XII, v. 1) Chapter 56
Have I Got News for You!
(TV program title) Chapter 57
Ah, could thy grave, at Carthage, be!
Care not for that, and lay me where I fall!
Everywhere heard will be the judgement-call:
But at God's altar, oh! remember me.
(Matthew Arnold) Chapter 58
It remains quite a problem to play the clarinet with false teeth, because there is great difficulty with the grip (this may even result in the plate being pulled out!). In addition there are problems with the breathing, because it is difficult to project a successful airstream.
(Paul Harris, Clarinet Basics) Chapter 59
Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
The Devil always builds a chapel there;
And 'twill be found, upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.
(Daniel Defoe, The True-born Englishman) Chapter 60
Have respect unto the covenant: for the dark places of the earth are full of the habitations of cruelty.
(Psalm74, v. 20) Chapter 61
character (n.) handwriting, style of writing; Shakes. Meas. for M. Here is the hand and seal of the Duke. You know the character, I doubt not.
(Small's Enlarged English Dict., 18th ed.) Chapter 62
Don't tell me, sweet, that I'm unkind
Each time I black your eye,
Or raise a weal on your behind --
I'm just a loving guy.
We both despise the gentle touch,
So cut out the pretence;
You wouldn't love it half as much
Without the violence.
(Roy Dean, Lovelace Bleeding) Chapter 63
With much talk will they tempt thee, and smiling upon thee will get out thy secrets.
(Ecclesiasticus, ch. XIII, v. 11) Chapter 64
Refrain to-night
And that shall lead a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence: to the next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature.
(Shakespeare, Hamlet) Chapter 65
Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.
(Addison, The Spectator) Chapter 66
We might now be stepping through a dark door with no bottom on the other side, and fall flat on our faces.
(A member of the Honolulu City Council, quoted by the Press Corps) Chapter 67
To run away from trouble is a form of cowardice; and whilst it is true that the suicide braves death, he does it not for some noble object but to escape some ill.
(Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics) Chapter 68
It is not the criminal things which are hardest to confess, but the ridiculous and the shameful.
(Rousseau, Confessions) Chapter 69
SEC. OFF.: Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
ANT.: You do mistake me, sir.
SEC. OFF.: No, sir, no jot.
(Shakespeare, Twelfth Night) Chapter 70
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
(Dowson, Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae) Chapter 71
What more pleasant setting than the cinema for sweetly deodorized bodies to meet, unzip, and commune?
(Malcolm Muggeridge, The Most of Malcolm Muggeridge) Chapter 72
Below me, there is the village, and looks how quiet and small!
And yet bubbles o'er like a city, with gossip, scandal, and spite.
(Tennyson, Maud) Chapter 73
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain . . .
(Keats, Sonnet) Chapter 74
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle -- the heart.
(Djuna Barnes, Nightwood) Chapter 75
The cart is shaken all to pieces, and the rugged road is very near its end.
(Dickens, Bleak House) Chapter 76
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
(A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad) Chapter 77
Dear Sir/Madam
Please note that an entry on the Register of Electors in your name has been deleted for the following reason:
DEATH
If you have any objections, please notify me, in writing, before the 25th November, 1998, and state the grounds for your objection.
Yours faithfully
(Communication from Carlow County Council to an erstwhile elector) Chapter 78
. . . & that I be not bury'd in consecrated ground
& that no sexton be asked to toll the bell
& that no murners walk behind me at my funeral
& that no flours be planted on my grave . . .
(Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge) Chapter 79
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
(Congreve, The Mourning Bride)
If you're guilty, you'll have to prove it.
(Groucho Marx) Chapter 80
I am retired. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from.
(Charles Lamb, Last Essays of Elia) Epilogue
Certainly the gods are ironical: they always punish one for one's virtues rather than for one's sins.
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Thriller.
For a year, the murder of Mrs. Yvonne Harrison at her home in Oxfordshire had baffled the Thames Valley CID. The manner of her deathâ??her naked handcuffed body left lying in bedâ??matched her reputation as a women of adventuresome sexual tastes. The case seemed perfect for Inspector Morse. So why has he refused to become involvedâ??even after anonymous hints of new evidence, even after a fresh murder? Sgt. Lewis's loyalty to his infuriating boss slowly turns to deep distress as his own investigations suggest that Mrs. Harrison was no stranger to Morse. Far from it. Never has Morse performed more brilliantly than in this final adventure, whose masterly twists and turns through the shadowy byways of passion grip us to the dea ▾Library descriptions No library descriptions found. ▾LibraryThing members' description |
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