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The only difference was, you could play the music again and again; a life plays only once.
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The victim was white, in his early thirties, five feet eleven inches tall, ten and a half stone in weight, and in good physical condition. The last part always irritated Banks: how could a corpse ever be in good physical condition ?
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Banks felt more alone and further away for having just talked to Sophia than he had before her call. But it was always like that - the telephone might bring you together for a few moments, but there's nothing like it for emphasising distance.
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They locked her in the cage when she started to bleed.
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Better by far you should forget and smile / Than that you should remember and be sad.
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he realized with a shock that the loss of innocence never stopped happening, that he was still losing it, that it was like a wound that never healed, and he would probably go on losing it, drop by drop, until the day he died.
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He had been working at the wall for too long. Why he bothered the Lord only knew. After all, it went nowhere and closed in nothing. His grandfather had been a master waller in the dale, but the skill had not been passed down the generations. He supposed he liked is for the same reason he liked fishing: mindless relaxation. In an age of totalitarian utilitarianism, Gristhorpe thought, a man needs as much purposeless activity as he can find.
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Paranoia is a form of awareness.
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But he couldn't feel self-pity in the face of the memorial. He hadn't lost nearly enough as these children, who'd lost their homeland and, in many cases,their whole families. Perhaps they had gained something, too, though. They had at least escaped the concentration camps, been taken in by good, caring families, and had grown up to live their lives in relative freedom.
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detective
human-trafficking
inspector-banks
missing
murder-mystery
peter-robinson
strange-affair
suspense-thriller
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Craig wondered if the landlord knew exactly what was going on up there. If he did, he might not have been so quick to let them use it. On the other hand, the prospect of selling a few extra pints on a slow Monday night might tempt even the best of us to leave our ethics and politics at the door.
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The Maze, that labyrinth of alleys called ginnels and snickets locally--tiny squares, courtyards, nooks and crannies and small warehouses that had remained unchanged since the eighteenth century.
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ANOTHER TWILIGHT Allow the point of the Croccodrillo its hazy cypress trees in profile Like a rough sketch for the Isle of the Dead, as seen from yellow stucco, his Villa Igea where Lawrence finished "Sons and Lovers," wild thyme scenting olive-grove grass, crime scenery come back to more than once. Again you're mirrored in lake shadow, a white sail flaking on its turquoise wavelets, keep awake by traffic noise Along the Gardesana...
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the-new-yorker
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The memories were there, but the string of time that linked them like a pearl necklace was broken.
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Raymond Chandler," said Hepplethwaite with a sly grin. "General Sternwood at the beginning of The Big Sleep. One of my favorite films. Bogey as Philip Marlowe. Must have seen it about twenty times. Know it by heart."
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There are some kinds of damage that take you far beyond normal rules and systems of ethics and morality--beyond this point be monsters, as the ancients used to say.
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Oh, don't mind me. I'm just grouching.
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Well, all those are just things, aren't they? Possessions or activities. Things we do, things we care about. But there's something behind them all that ties them all together into my life, who I am, what I am. With Keith, you never knew. He was a cipher. For example, I'm sure he loved his family, but he never really showed it or spoke much about it. I don't know what really mattered to him. He never talked about hobbies or anything like tha..
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structure, Banks noticed, high cheekbones and a strong jaw, with pale, freckled skin. She sat with her legs curled under her and her hands resting on the arms of the chair. 'Coffee?' asked Dr Wong. Chelsea declined the offer, but Banks and Winsome said yes. 'I'm not fetching it for you myself, you understand,' Dr Wong said. 'I wouldn't stoop that low.' 'I don't care who gets it,' said Banks, 'as long as it's black and strong.' Dr Wong smile..
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Their lovemaking had been a little tentative at first, but that was only to be expected. It never happened in real life the way it did in movies, with both lovers exploding together in a climax of Wagnerian proportions as fireworks burst, orchestras crescendoed and trains rushed into tunnels. That was pure Monty Python. In real lovemaking, especially with people new to one another's bodies, there are disappointments, mistakes, hesitancies. ..
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It's hard knowing what to allow and what not to. It's hard to know how much discipline to apply. If you don't give enough, then the child runs wild, and the parents get the blame. If you keep too strict control, he doesn't develop naturally and he blames you for screwing him up.
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one half of his face drooping lower than the other, as if it had melted like a Dali watch.
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Peter Robinson |
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used to write her books.
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Peter Robinson |
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scuffle, police in riot
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They were the sort of walls that hoarded winter and emanated its chill throughout summer.
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For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. But
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BANKS ENJOYED THE DRIVE TO LEEDS. THE WEATHER WAS fine, the traffic not too horrendous, and the iPod shuffle treated him to a truly random medley of David Crosby, John Cale, Pentangle and Grinderman, among others. A mild beer hangover from Kev Templeton's wake hammered away insistently in the back of his head, muffled by extra-strength aspirin and plenty of water. At least he had had the sense to avoid spirits and sleep on Hatchley's sofa, ..
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Vaughn?" she inquired. "One of them. Neil. It's a family business." Winsome and Gerry showed their warrant cards and Neil Vaughn invited them inside. The side of an old cardboard box served as a doormat, and they wiped their feet as best they could without reducing it to shreds. Vaughn seemed to be the only person around. After he asked them to sit down, he returned to a desk littered with papers and swiveled his chair to face them. The ins..
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sit.
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even
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that the event would
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Peter Robinson |
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waif standing by the seashore on the opposite wall.
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Banks smiled. "Don't worry," he said "it's my balls on the chopping-block, not yours. I'll cover for you. My word on it." Susan smiled back. "Well, that's the first time not having any balls has ever done me any good."
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Something piqued his curiosity and he wanted to know more. There was no order to it, neither in his mind nor in his filing system. He would plunge into a subject with cavalier disregard for its chronological development. And
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Peter Robinson |
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fronts for Rothwell's illegal activities. As Susan was wondering if Robert Calvert's money
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Peter Robinson |
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Van Morrison
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Haven't you sometimes thought that people's vices are often the only things that make them interesting?
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But what Nev does is he takes these kids' anger and channels it. He gives them someone to hate. He gives their rage some structure and provides them with real targets rather than nebulous ones. So they end up believing they're committing theft, assault and vandalism for a good cause. Isn't that what terrorism is basically all about, anyway? Add a few olde worlde patriotic values, a lot of guff about the 'true English homeland' and a bit of ..
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Peter Robinson |
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Traditional police wisdom has it that if a case doesn't yield leads in the first twenty-four hours, then everyone is in for a long, tough haul.
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Peter Robinson |
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gong to stay at a friend's." "Who? A girlfriend?"
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trouble. Events
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Banks scanned the Yorkshire Post and The Independent reports to see if either newspaper knew more than the police. Sometimes they did, and it could be damned embarrassing all round.
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Robert Louis Stevenson, sung by Bryn Terfel: Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland, Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold. Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed, The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.
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Peter Robinson |
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Nice state of affairs, isn't it," said Hepplethwaite, "when a man has to indulge his vices by proxy."
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Peter Robinson |
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It was the feel of the cigarette between his fingers he wanted, the sharp intake of tobacco smoke into the lungs, not some slow oozing of poison through his skin into his blood. Pity about the health problems. He felt rather like St. Augustine must have felt when he wrote in his Confessions: "Give me chastity and continency--but not yet!"
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