Copybook containing a handwritten draft of part of 'The Pornographer' beginning 'The sun crossed and recrossed the carriages, lighting the grey roofs like some half somnolent ambulance sign.... ' 'I' written on the cover of the copy book.
Copybook containing a handwritten draft of part of 'The Pornographer' beginning ' There was a long corridor from the lift down to the ward, and I saw that she'd spotted us almost as soon as we'd got out.' '2' written on the cover of the copy book.
Copybook containing a handwritten draft of part of 'The Pornographer' beginning ' There was a long corridor from the lift down to the ward, and I saw that she'd spotted us almost as soon as we'd got out.'
Copybook containing a handwritten draft of part of 'The Pornographer' beginning 'When we came out into the grounds, the hospital brick and glittering glass behind me, he stood and started to sob. ' '3' written on the cover of the copy book.
Copybook containing a handwritten draft of part of 'The Pornographer' beginning ' ...than you selling. I'd be in the graveyard years ago ' '3A' written on the cover of the copy book.
Copybook containing a handwritten draft of part of 'The Pornographer' beginning ' I see him against the smoked oak panel at the far end of the bar as soon as I through the door, looking into the mirrors as he puffs at his pipe,'.
Copybook containing a handwritten draft of part of 'The Pornographer' beginning ' "I'm afraid I have , " I say as my aunt laughs nervously .'
Copybook containing a handwritten draft of part of 'The Pornographer' beginning ' Her blue dark hair shone with health, her dark skin, as she came across the floor.' '8' written on the cover of the copy book.
Copybook containing a handwritten draft of part of 'The Pornographer' beginning 'I have been limping by without energy for too long, and still the next morning I limp with the small bottle of brandy to the hospital.' First page paginated as page 57, no other pagination.
Copybook containing a handwritten draft of part of 'The Pornographer' beginning 'Energy is everything. Without energy there can be no love, and no quality of love, the desire for the good of the other, energy concealing that it is already inexorably mixed with our own'.