 I lay extended on the bed, trying to measure the hours, the days and the weeks, yet pretending to myself that I was not. The mattress was lumpy; the grey prison blankets were heavy as tarpaulins and smelt of mouldy potatoes. I learned to ignore the smell...  Ruth First - الصفحة 203بواسطة Ruth First, Don Pinnock - 1997 - عدد الصفحات: 225عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Nahem Yousaf - 2001 - عدد الصفحات: 244
...equanimity of the opening pages, which significantly acknowledge the inescapability of self-deceit: "It was too cold to sit, so I lay extended on the bed, trying to measure the hours, the days and weeks, yet pretending to myself that I was not" (9). Such pretence is like trying to play poker... | |
 | Nahem Yousaf - 2001 - عدد الصفحات: 244
...determinative and constricting. "For the first fiftysix days of my detention in solitary," First writes, "I changed from a mainly vertical to a mainly horizontal creature. A black iron bedstead became my world."9 This is not an experiencing self presented in medias res, but the product of considerable... | |
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