There is only one trait that marks the writer. He is always watching. It's a kind of trick of the mind and he is born with it.
Stichwörter: writing
The question is," Harry whispered, trying desperately to joke, "whether it's better to be dead from the neck up or the neck down," and the doctor smiled, knowing Harry was protecting himself with his sense of irony.
Morley CallaghanThe last confession he heard was from a young hysterical girl who seemed to him to be making up a chain of small sins so that she could imagine herself full of remorse.
Morley CallaghanStichwörter: sin confession
As he still groped for that one moment, Father Dowling began to think that the whole city for years had been whispering its story to him out of the darkness in snatches, in a huge confessional where he could not see the faces…
Morley CallaghanStichwörter: confession the-city
His sins seemed to be so few that he was alarmed and groped anxiously for more, knowing he could not be without guilt.
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