Two lonely men meet by chance in a café in Provence. Both brilliant high achievers, now cut off from their professions, they are soon drawn together, one in the role of supportive listener, the other with a compulsive need to tell his tale.
“He had breached – no, demolished – the fortress of identity.” (198)
Anthony O’Neill, you’ve done it again. This deserves to become a classic, right up there with the original.
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‘Stopping to rethread the needle twice before she got to the end, she got up and stood at the ironing board to press the skirt with a warm iron ready for collection.’
Continue reading Keeping your adverbials in their proper place