Category: Sam Youd

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Even the chance of happiness

It was a long time now since Lulu had offended her father by the manner of her refusal of an arranged marriage but Eugene Cartesian, whose personal fortune was well and amply secured in half...

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The pigfood’s the same

Leslie said: ‘Well, it’s not surprising. The sort of mind that can kid itself it’s getting nourishment from communist slop is always likely to turn to the religious trough instead. The pigfood’s the same; it’s...

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The pilgrim that came after

Leslie said suddenly: ‘How’s the Yank settling down?’ Lulu looked from one to the other of us in inquiry. ‘Britton,’ I explained. ‘You knew he was coming? He arrived this morning.’ She said: ‘Oh, I’ve...

After the Party meeting

Lulu was not at dinner; it was the evening for a Party caucus to be held in her room and with two or three other comrades she had set the right tone by having a...

A hindrance to the spirit

‘What are you going to have? There’s no gin left. Sherry or rum?’ Olivia said: ‘Sherry. I can’t stand rum.’ I looked back more directly at Britton. He waved a stubby hand nervously in front...

The final authentic touch

Britton had recovered his composure; his awkward, irritating smugness. He produced his packet of Chesterfields again and passed cigarettes to us. Olivia took hers, looking at it curiously before tapping it against the back of...

Back up north

Olivia said: ‘And what do you propose to do over here, Mr. Britton? Write poetry?’ Her voice had a flat, uninterested contempt. Strangely enough, it irritated me, as though her scornful lack of interest put...

In the Navy

I walked across to the french windows and opened them. The air came in chill and damp with the very flavour of this desolate summer but the windows opposite mirrored striped fires from the briefly...

Do you want to work in a mill?

He said: ‘That’s rather nice. What is it?’ I managed the development as well as I could, but that was not very well. ‘Brahms,’ I said. ‘Wasn’t there scope for living in New York?’ He...