The Ice Age
by Margaret Drabble | Literature & Fiction | This book has not been rated.
ISBN: 0140048049 Global Overview for this book
ISBN: 0140048049 Global Overview for this book
Registered by CommunityCentre on 9/20/2007
2 journalers for this copy...
Journal Entry 1 by CommunityCentre at Wainuiomata Community Centre in Lower Hutt, Wellington Province New Zealand on Thursday, September 20, 2007
Released 16 yrs ago (9/20/2007 UTC) at Wainuiomata Community Centre in Lower Hutt, Wellington Province New Zealand
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Kindly donated to our 'crossing zone' bookshelf
Kindly donated to our 'crossing zone' bookshelf
Journal Entry 2 by RedPumpkin from Wainuiomata, Wellington Province New Zealand on Sunday, August 24, 2008
dropped off six books, picked up two -- others saw me doing "the deed" so hopefully the bookcase will expand ...
Journal Entry 3 by RedPumpkin from Wainuiomata, Wellington Province New Zealand on Saturday, October 18, 2008
Randomly chosen to be next after Dared to dream by Tammy Hilz McCallum, c. 2007
Journal Entry 4 by RedPumpkin from Wainuiomata, Wellington Province New Zealand on Thursday, November 13, 2008
am sad to say that i won't be passing this book on... it is missing a couple of pages in the middle. pity, cos i am enjoying it.
Journal Entry 5 by RedPumpkin from Wainuiomata, Wellington Province New Zealand on Thursday, November 13, 2008
quotes#057295 Ice Age
Nature has random kindnesses; she was unmistakably his. p206
The pace of life suited her. And it was beginning to suit Anthony, too. For the first time, he began to imagine that he could perhaps lead a real life away from London, a peaceful life with a peaceful rhythm. As he hacked, his mind turned vaguely towards projects - if there was any money left after the Riverside Scheme's final stand, he would stay in Yorkshire, he would dig and grow his own vegetables, he would let people like Molly and Tim hang around year in and year out, he would struggle no more to do, he would learn to be - and if there wasn't any money left, if he had to sell High Rock, he would get a job, in a school. He would teach. Why not? A country school. A school for the handicapped. Vague, idealistic notions drifted very pleasantly round his mind; fantasies of peace and virtue. He would opt out; surely, after the unpleasant experiences he had suffered during his attempts to opt in, he would have a right to make such a decision? And anyway, what was there wrong in a quiet life, digging one's own garden, being pleasant to those that need pleasantness. It would not have suited him when he was younger, but whyever should one's life show any consistency? p 172
Nature has random kindnesses; she was unmistakably his. p206
The pace of life suited her. And it was beginning to suit Anthony, too. For the first time, he began to imagine that he could perhaps lead a real life away from London, a peaceful life with a peaceful rhythm. As he hacked, his mind turned vaguely towards projects - if there was any money left after the Riverside Scheme's final stand, he would stay in Yorkshire, he would dig and grow his own vegetables, he would let people like Molly and Tim hang around year in and year out, he would struggle no more to do, he would learn to be - and if there wasn't any money left, if he had to sell High Rock, he would get a job, in a school. He would teach. Why not? A country school. A school for the handicapped. Vague, idealistic notions drifted very pleasantly round his mind; fantasies of peace and virtue. He would opt out; surely, after the unpleasant experiences he had suffered during his attempts to opt in, he would have a right to make such a decision? And anyway, what was there wrong in a quiet life, digging one's own garden, being pleasant to those that need pleasantness. It would not have suited him when he was younger, but whyever should one's life show any consistency? p 172