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Par Piling, le 04/08/2008
Première phrase du livre
At the Height of the Moon de
Malpass Eric
incipit :
The aeroplane crawled across the sky, a silber beetle on an azure ceiling.
But now, something was happening. The steady drone of the engines had ceased. Men, miles below on the earth, looked up, half aware of a change in the pattern of things - and saw the silver creature falling from the sky, fluttering this way and that like a paper dart, faster, faster, faster, until suddenly it was no longer a pretty insect but a hurling, screaming, whining weight of metal aimed like a bullet at the earth.
It struck, with a noise like doom. The noise was followed by a silence, utter, profound, appalled, while you might count ten. Then the silence was shattered. Sirens wailed, men shouted and cried out, bells rang - and went on ringing, their noise spreading quickly round the earth, as the ripples circle out from a stone dropped into a pool.
And one of the last bells to ring was in the Pentecost farmhouse, a third of the way rounds the world, in the drowse of an English summer.
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Par Piling, le 24/11/2011
Summer Awakening de
Malpass Eric
Incipit :
Gaylord Pentecost came back from his summer holydays in Germany. He said, 'Mother, you know you said you wanted an au pair girl?'
'Did I, darling?'
'Yes. you remember?'
'I do now. It was about ten years ago. You were a little boy and Amanda was a babe in arms.'
Gaylord did wish that Mother, whenever he had a Dramatic Annoucement to make, wouldn't somehow edge him off centre stage. He said, slightly deflated, 'Well, I've got you one.' He gave her his charming, boyish smile.
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Par Piling, le 25/11/2011
Fortinbras Has Escaped de
Malpass Eric
Incipit :
It was, without any doubt, the most wonderful moment of Gaylord's life. He took one last, rapturous look out of the window, just to make sure it wasn't all imagination. Then he hitched up his pyjama and dived, like an excited bee, for his parents' bedroom. 'Momma!' he cried. 'Poppa! There's floods.'
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Par Piling, le 25/11/2011
Mornings at seven de
Malpass Eric
Dawn, and a cold-porridge sky. A few wet clouts of snow still lying in the angles of the roof.
In the big, rambling house the family were wrapped in Sunday morning hibernation, huddled against the cold and the coming day.
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Par Piling, le 30/11/2011
Pig in the Middle de
Malpass Eric
Incipit :
Gaylord certainly had his full enjoyment out of the family's visit to the circus.
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Par Piling, le 25/11/2011
The Long Long Dances de
Malpass Eric
Incipit :
The little girl dances alone in the river meadows.
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