Shrieking Quotes

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The hours I spent in this anachronistic, bibliophile, Anglophile retreat were in surreal contrast to the shrieking horror show that was being enacted in the rest of the city. I never felt this more acutely than when, having maneuvered the old boy down the spiral staircase for a rare out-of-doors lunch the next day-terrified of letting him slip and tumble-I got him back upstairs again. He invited me back for even more readings the following morning but I had to decline. I pleaded truthfully that I was booked on a plane for Chile. 'I am so sorry, ' said this courteous old genius. 'But may I then offer you a gift in return for your company?' I naturally protested with all the energy of an English middle-class upbringing: couldn't hear of such a thing; pleasure and privilege all mine; no question of accepting any present. He stilled my burblings with an upraised finger. 'You will remember, ' he said, 'the lines I will now speak. You will always remember them.' And he then recited the following: What man has bent o'er his son's sleep, to brood How that face shall watch his when cold it lies? Or thought, as his own mother kissed his eyes, Of what her kiss was when his father wooed? The title (Sonnet XXIX of Dante Gabriel Rossetti)-'Inclusiveness'-may sound a trifle sickly but the enfolded thought recurred to me more than once after I became a father and Borges was quite right: I have never had to remind myself of the words. I was mumbling my thanks when he said, again with utter composure: 'While you are in Chile do you plan a call on General Pinochet?' I replied with what I hoped was equivalent aplomb that I had no such intention. 'A pity, ' came the response. 'He is a true gentleman. He was recently kind enough to award me a literary prize.' It wasn't the ideal note on which to bid Borges farewell, but it was an excellent illustration of something else I was becoming used to noticing-that in contrast or corollary to what Colin MacCabe had said to me in Lisbon, sometimes it was also the right people who took the wrong line.

Christopher Hitchens
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A loud clang of what sounded like a tray hitting the marble kitchen floor made Bree jump and Gianni go wide eyed with apparent terror. He covered his ears and shook his head. 'Bang! Bang! Bang!' He fell over and covered his head. Bree rushed over to him as he began shrieking fearfully. 'Maaammaaaaaa!' 'Is okay, Gianni. Just a ting falled down, ' Will said patting Gianni's back but Bree noticed her little boy's hand was shaking. 'It's okay, sweetie. Mommy's here. That's okay, ' she crouched down and gathered Gianni into her arms. 'Bang! Mama. It bang!' he wailed into her shoulder, trembling in her arms. 'It was just a loud noise. Cook just dropped something, probably a whole big plate of yucky beets. Isn't that funny?' she said, forcing a laugh. Jesus Christ, how much more violence would her children be forced to endure? Again, Bree felt selfish for bringing her innocent babies into the Dardano world. Gianni looked up at her, picking up on her tone he gave a small watery smile. 'Ucky ee 'Yucky yucky beets, ' Bree repeated bouncing him lightly as her heart returned to its normal rhythm in her chest. Gianni giggled and shuddered against her as the last remnants of his fear dissipated. Bree looked over at Will. 'You okay, sweetie?' Will blinked and looked over at her, wide eyed and his lower lip quivered, but he set his chin like she knew he'd watched Alessandro do and nodded. 'I bwave. I nod scared.' Bree smiled at him and kissed his cheek as she ran her fingers through his hair. 'Wow. That is pretty brave. I know I was scared when I first heard the noise.' 'Really?' Will asked hesitantly. 'Definitely, ' Bree nodded. Gianni echoed the gesture. 'Well, dat's diffen. You's a girl.' 'Oh, is that so?' Bree asked setting Gianni on the blanket next to her. 'So you think 'cause mommy's a girl she's a fraidy cat. Huh? Huh?' she asked poking him. Will curled in on himself and giggled as he tried to avoid her fingers.

E. Jamie
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