Thursday, January 6, 2022

Opening paragraphs..............................

 At ten o'clock of a rainswept morning in London's West End, a young woman in a baggy anorak, a woolen scarf pulled around her head, strode resolutely into the storm that was roaring down South Audley Street.  Her name was Lily and she was in a state of emotional anxiety which at moments turned to outrage.  With one mittened hand she shielded her eyes from the rain while she glowered at door numbers, and with the other steered a plastic-covered pushchair that contained Sam, her two-year-old son.  Some houses were so grand that they had no numbers at all.  Others had numbers but belonged to the wrong street.

-John Le Carré,  Silverview

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