'Didn't this used to be our dining-room table back at Sutherland Street, Frank?' said Kathleen.

'What's funny?' said Pin, shifting uncomfortably in the hospital bed.

Revolution begins in the kitchen.

'He claims,' said Jenny tactfully, 'That he flew through a radioactive cloud thirty years ago and that it didn't do him any harm - thus it's all right to mine …

Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost c…

My mother and her little brown jug It held her milk And now it holds our memories...

I was seven years old. What do you know when you're seven years old? All my life, or so I thought, we'd been in the city of Alexandria, in the Street of the Ca…