A Start in LifeWith a new introduction by the author, this is a revival of Sillitoe's novel about a Nottingham boy who flees to London. First published in 1970. |
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Page 108
... father's penis that in a moment of dark confusion got mixed up in her womb - and not in heaven . But they didn't , and my ideal life went on for a few years more . My hair grew in dark ringlets down my back , and in looks I seemed to ...
... father's penis that in a moment of dark confusion got mixed up in her womb - and not in heaven . But they didn't , and my ideal life went on for a few years more . My hair grew in dark ringlets down my back , and in looks I seemed to ...
Page 110
... father had helped with my homework , but after that it became too complicated and I was left to deal with such mysteries on my own , which I was capable of solving . But my mother thought I was only doing it to spite my father , so as ...
... father had helped with my homework , but after that it became too complicated and I was left to deal with such mysteries on my own , which I was capable of solving . But my mother thought I was only doing it to spite my father , so as ...
Page 226
... father's farm . He laid it waste singlehanded , and my father won't see me again . ' I was mystified at the fact that , as she said , she was now Mrs Anderson , and I tried to cover my wound by banter . ' Anyway , ' she said , ' we don ...
... father's farm . He laid it waste singlehanded , and my father won't see me again . ' I was mystified at the fact that , as she said , she was now Mrs Anderson , and I tried to cover my wound by banter . ' Anyway , ' she said , ' we don ...
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