Another delicious bit, from "My Oedipus Complex":
Quote:
|
There was that little matter of the baby, for instance. Mother and I could never agree about that. Ours was the only house in the terrace without a new baby, and Mother said we couldn't afford one till Father came back from the war because they cost seventeen and six. That showed how simple she was. The Geneys up the road had a baby, and everyone knew they couldn't afford seventeen and six. It was probably a cheap baby, and Mother wanted something really good, but I felt she was too exclusive. The Geneys' baby would have done us fine.
|
And then at the end of "Uprooted" this beautiful passage:
Quote:
There was a magical light on everything. A boy on a horse rose suddenly against the sky, a startling picture. Through the apple-green light over Carriganassa ran long streaks of crimson, so still they might have been enamelled. Magic, magic, magic! He saw it as in a children's picture-book with all its colours intolerably bright; something he had outgrown and could never return to, while the world he aspired to was as remote and intangible as it had seemed even in the despair of youth.
It seemed as if only now for the first time he was leaving home; for the first time and forever saying good-bye to it all.
|
fantasyfan, I think the whole club has fallen in love with Frank O'Connor! Thanks so much for nominating him.