Category: Winter Swan

blake mortal fire proletariat hell

The divine fire within me

They went out into the garden, where a figure was already bending over Roger, helping him to his feet. He had apparently fallen against a sheet of glass, propped beside a box. The figure –...

moonlit Gerard Manley Hopkins

Do you ever read poetry?

The music, starting up again in the room behind them, had a faintly wistful note even as the trumpets brayed, through its dissipation into the cold night air. Beside him Rosemary shivered. He put a...

girls drinking

You’re as filthy as I am

Jessica filled his glass again and he drank, aware of the excitement of the drink pricking under his skin. Jessica watched him for a moment, and then leaned over. ‘You’re a nice boy, Roger,’ she...

second-marriage

I have been married before, you know

‘I’ve always wanted a child, too,’ Stephen said, softly. He saw the curtain of Rosemary’s face contract interrogatively, and thought despairingly of the communion of lovers. Perhaps with women it was impossible; and all the...

hand-reading winter-swan

It is all there, in my hand

Mulready came over, swaying ponderously like a tight-rope-walking elephant. He threw forward a large white hand, like a tentacle, as Stephen began to rise. ‘Don’t disturb yourself, Mr Hallam,’ he protested. ‘I just hoped I...

Writer at work

During breakfast he thought a lot about the Irish question, rolling in his mind those balanced, sonorous phrases, framed in rhetoric, for which his writing was – even though only in a narrow circle –...

A sense of property

Roger got up suddenly, startling him and disturbing his chain of thought. He began to walk down the garden path towards the sand-pit where Lance played silently. Stephen thought he detected a kind of baffled...

A decorative woman

From the depth of his deck-chair, Norman Danvers said lazily: ‘You would never guess there was a child in this house. I don’t think I’ve known one so quiet.’ Rosemary said: ‘Lance is very self-sufficient.’...