Time of the Angels

Time of the Angels

Iris Murdoch

Language: English

Pages: 368

ISBN: 0099429098

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


This is a haunting novel o macabre entanglements and satanic passions.

Black Mischief

The Last Man

King John

The Prestige

The Cloud of Unknowing: With the Book of Privy Counsel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

an amphitheatre. Now the walls almost crushed him by their closeness and the ceiling descended to touch his head as he sat awkwardly upon the slope of coal. He seemed monstrously large in the little cellar. He saw his black hand trembling in the light and the corner of the wall, banded with triangular cobwebs, all shivering slightly. His hand trembled and the flickering light went out, but he had seen the other door. It was just before him, inches away, set two feet up in the wall. A moment later

cold, and put on her overcoat. She locked the room after her, a precaution she used since the recent theft, though the only things which she feared to lose were her poems and her bottle of sleeping-pills which she imagined nobody would want to steal. She came down the stairs to the strains of the Eighteen Twelve Overture. A softly closing door cut them off. The image of Elizabeth faded. Muriel decided that she would just go and ask Eugene Peshkov if she could buy him anything at the shops. She

His face was naked, moist and fresh, or perhaps it was that the expression was unusually concentrated in the eyes which had grown huge and intent. Carel looked beautiful to Pattie, softened and smoothed and young. “Yes,” she said. “But I don’t know what you mean.” “There will a trial, Pattie, there will be pain.” “I can bear pain.” “Bear it with your eyes fixed upon me.” “I will.” “You might make a miracle for me, who knows.” “I’ll do what I can.” “We’ve been a long way together, haven’t

His face was naked, moist and fresh, or perhaps it was that the expression was unusually concentrated in the eyes which had grown huge and intent. Carel looked beautiful to Pattie, softened and smoothed and young. “Yes,” she said. “But I don’t know what you mean.” “There will a trial, Pattie, there will be pain.” “I can bear pain.” “Bear it with your eyes fixed upon me.” “I will.” “You might make a miracle for me, who knows.” “I’ll do what I can.” “We’ve been a long way together, haven’t

were laid upon the desk before him, one neatly crossed over the other. Then she saw something else upon the desk beside Carel’s hands. It was Eugene’s icon of the Trinity represented as angels, the picture foreshortened in her view of it into a golden-blue slit. There was something miraculous and also terrible in the appearance of the icon on Carel’s desk. Was there nothing he could not do? Muriel stared at it. She said, “Yes, I’ll soon get a job.” “It’s time you were earning money of your own.

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