Category: Babel Itself

Extracts from Babel Itself

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...

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...

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...

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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...

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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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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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All the questions are incomplete

Britton and Piers were sitting opposite each other in my arm-chairs. They were talking. Britton broke off a sentence as I entered the room, and smiled his welcome before continuing with it. ‘I was saying...

The entry of the gladiators

Howard said: ‘We all heard him coming in last night. Like the entry of the gladiators.’ I remembered more distinctly myself. There had been a light in the window of Helen’s room but I had...

No place for a badger

I accepted the coffee from Helen and drank thirstily. My disengaged right hand rested on my knee; I felt something damp nuzzle against it and looked down to see Brock preparing to rest his furry...