— C'mon, she says, moving into the darkness. I look into the darkness, but I can't see her, I can only hear her voice. — C'mon, she shouts.— I can't, I shout.— Don't be scared, she says.But I am. I lo...
— Does it? Get easier, I mean, he asks urgently. The cop shakes his heid. — Does it fuck; it gets bleedin worse. All that happens is that the expectations you have of life fall. You just get used to a...
— I'm just interested in women, Brian— So am I, Kibby whined in urgent complaint.— You think you are, but you're not. You read sci-fi magazines, for fuck sakes.
— So what! So fuckin what!— So ye hud they powers, ye jist couldnae be bothered usin thum. That's why ah'm interested in ye Boab. You're jist like me. A lazy, apathetic, slovenly cunt. Now ah hate bei...
— Square go then smart cunt!
— Yuv fucked this one up, ya daft cunt, the man said to him, raising a pint of eighty shillings to his lips.— Eh? What? Boab was surprised again.— You, Boab Coyle. Nae hoose, nae joab, nae burd, nae m...
—Everybody talks about being a writer, angel. If every novel conceived on a bar stool made it into print, there would not be one tree left standing on God’s green Earth.
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