House Quotes

Upstairs

  • In my untidy bedroom, surrounded with books and papers, full of the unhealthy smell of very bad tobacco, I sit and write
  • …the hot water pipes are swearing at me, and, despite the nearness of the stove, my tiny hands are frozen
  • The water is lapping upon my abdominal shore, and a cigarette-end, slowly disintegrating, is being carried along by the steaming stream …."
  • …I am lying in the bath, smoking Woodbines, and staring, through hot mists
  • The click, click of the geyser sounds like the distant champing of a lady tenor
  • I shall probably turn shy and hide myself in the lavatory all day (up the stairs, first to the right)

Downstairs & Outside

  • …his library contains nearly everything that a respectable highbrow library should contain. My books, on the other hand, are nearly all poetry and mostly modern at that&he
  • …Near the top of the hill a small, not very well painted, gateless house…
  • …Space at back sufficiently large for wash-house, clothes line, deck-chair, and three sparrows…
  • …Very nice, very respectable. Not much traffic. Lots of sparrows…
  • …Hot water pipes very near. Gurgle all the time. Nearly go mad…
  • …Pretty park nearby. Sea half a mile off…Lunatic asylum mile off…
  • …tiny renovated bedroom, all papers and books, cigarette ends, hardly any light, book-knife. No red cushion. No cushion at all. Hard chair. Smelly. Painful…

from Patricia, Edith & Arnold

  • …he was listening carefully all the time, through the squeals and whistles, to Patricia and the next-door servant, who belonged to Mrs Lewis, talking when they should have been working…

from A Child's Christmas in Wales

  • …One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner…
  • …never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six…
  • …animals lurked in the cubbyhole under the stairs where the gas meter ticked…
  • …through my bedroom window, out onto the moonlight and the unending smoke-coloured snow…
  • …I turned the gas down, I got into bed, I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept…

from Reminiscences of Childhood

  • …crawling, sprawling by a long and splendid curving shore…
  • …That sea-town was my world; outside a strange Wales…
  • …Beyond that unknown Wales…lay…the country called the Front, from which many of our neighbours never came back…