Sunday, 5 August 2012
Page 886 (2)
'The look in his mother's eyes was half-plea, as if she were begging him not to slap her in the face, half-triumph, as if she had slapped his.'
The only way I seemed to be able to make this work was literally to have one expression on each side of my face. Maybe Hank's mother was actually having a stroke? Not that he would have had any sympathy for her.
The only way I seemed to be able to make this work was literally to have one expression on each side of my face. Maybe Hank's mother was actually having a stroke? Not that he would have had any sympathy for her.
Page 886
'He stopped on the threshold. They stood looking at his face and at the open door behind him. Their faces had a look of fear and cunning, the look of that blackmail-through-virtue which he had learned to understand, as if they hoped to get away with it by means of nothing but his pity, to hold him trapped, when a single step back could take him out of their reach.'
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