The Eye in the Door, by Pat Barker
> 'The poison was for the dogs.' > 'There weren't any fucking dogs. You might not know that, but she does. »
The Enemy Within: A Short History of Witch Hunting, by John Demos
> Witchcraft could mean remarkably different things to different people. And class (or "rank" as the people of the time would have said) was »
Portrait of a Lady, by Henry James
> It was in the “office” still that Isabel was sitting on that melancholy afternoon of early spring which I have just mentioned. At this time »
The Birthday Party, by Harold Pinter
> GOLDBERG: You're in a terrible humor today, Mr. Webber. And on your birthday too, with the old lady getting her strength up to »
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, by A.E. Housman
> Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and »