Skyjacked! Unheard of, in the early 1930's, but it did happen to four passengers, in Afghanistan, during a civil conflict there. A "mad" Asian pilot, with a gun, does, flying east into the tallest mountains in the world. The aircraft goes above, around and hopefully, not through them. A spectacu...
Rating: 4.75* of fiveThe Book Report: Old Mr. Chipping, nearing ninety and still telling his hoary old jokes from sixty years ago to the newbies at Brookfields school, spends his last few days on earth wandering among the many well-furnished rooms in his head. We see the events of his entire care...
(Spoiler Alert): Beneath the love story and the gripping tale of a man trying to remember a lost part of his life, Random Harvest is an immense commentary and critique of England between the two World Wars. It is no coincidence that this story starts with the characters half-heartedly observing...
Very nice telling of a seemingly less than illustrious life; one of those lives that at first or second or third glance didn't seem to make an impact on the world. Mr. Chips isn't the brightest tool in the shed, but well loved and liked by many generations of boys at the school where he teaches f...
On the day that World War II ends in Europe, Mayor George Boswell recalls events of the previous 25 years in his home town of Browdley...
He had five brothers and four sisters, and his father’s living yielded seven hundred a year. His mother died in 1881, having never quite got over her most recent contribution to the family, and the Reverend Wilson, left to keep house with ten children, wandered helplessly about his parish as if h...
I said, “but it was years ago—in England….” You can make things sound very simple when you are answering questions on oath and there is a girl at a side table scribbling shorthand and giving little shrugs of appeal if the words come too fast. You don’t know what the questi...
He was nineteen years old, and when he left he would enter his father’s office in the City. The disciplinary problems of dealing with him and others of his type bristled with awkwardness, especially for a Master so young as Speed; the difficulty was enhanced by the fact th...
Schooling is perhaps the most universal of all experiences, but it is also one of the most individual. (Here I am, generalising already!) No two schools are alike, but more than that--a school with two hundred pupils is really two hundred schools, and among them, almost certainly, are somebody's ...
Monsell vastly preferred Kensington to Chassingford the matter was easy to arrange. Yet almost as soon as the train pulled up at Chassingford’s wind-swept station she wished she were back in London again. It was the hour of twilight; the sky was grey with heavy rain clouds...
Wassell JAMES HILTON THE STORY OF DR. WASSELL First published by Little, Brown & Co., Boston, 1943 SOON after he returned to America in July 1942 I spent a few days almost continuously with Dr. Wassell for the purpose of obtaining the material on which this story is based. I had also intervie...
He did so quite openly, even sometimes when he went no further than Manchester, and though many of his colleagues in the town did not approve, the lay population were quite accustomed to seeing him dressed as one of themselves. “There’s something about a parson’s collar that puts people off,” How...
@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } “There was—and is still—a young fellow here named Revell who took an interest in the case—I told him.”“But no one else?”“No.”“Why not?”“I—I didn’t want to be—personally—connected with the affair at all. I—I hate inquests and law-courts...
Chips 11 And then the row with Ralston. Funny thing, Chips had never liked him; he was efficient, ruthless, ambitious, but not, somehow, very likable. He had, admittedly, raised the status of Brookfield as a school, and for the first time in memory there was a longish waiting list. Ralston was a ...
He tilted his head in an attempt to divert a stream of blood that trickled into his eye. Two of his four captors were in his living room. One of them had turned on the television, was watching the rolling news station he and Danny had watched together a few short hours earlier. The leader, a man ...
He had opened his eyes to see clouds and drenched trees, and to feel the drops splashing on his face. After a while his position began to seem more and more odd, so he raised himself to a sitting angle, and was immediately aware of sodden clothes, stiff limbs, a terrific headache, and a man stoop...
— FLORENCE FAULKNER “Oh, dear, now it all begins again,” thought Miss Faulkner, scampering along the platform with her usual smile of sprightly welcome. She had a mixed collection of books and papers under her arm. She nearly always had. And she was nearly always smiling, or scampering, or both. ...