Comments on: Puckington Postscript http://hootingyard.org/archives/1457 A Website by Frank Key Tue, 22 May 2012 19:53:37 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Trubott Wellington http://hootingyard.org/archives/1457/comment-page-1#comment-5595 Trubott Wellington Mon, 19 Jan 2009 13:18:02 +0000 http://www.hootingyard.org/?p=1457#comment-5595 Call me a pedant, but I remembered reading another story with almost exactly the same ending in an exciting paperback I bought a few years ago. "The duff underfoot is musty and damp and alive with tiny biting creatures. There is no trace of the old blind woodcutter's cottage. Perhaps I only ever imagined him. My hands still stink of swarfega. It is midnight, and pitch black, and I have been wandering these dark, dark woods for a hundred years." Call me a pedant, but I remembered reading another story with almost exactly the same ending in an exciting paperback I bought a few years ago.

“The duff underfoot is musty and damp and alive with tiny biting creatures. There is no trace of the old blind woodcutter’s cottage. Perhaps I only ever imagined him. My hands still stink of swarfega. It is midnight, and pitch black, and I have been wandering these dark, dark woods for a hundred years.”

]]> By: elberry http://hootingyard.org/archives/1457/comment-page-1#comment-5594 elberry Mon, 19 Jan 2009 11:11:43 +0000 http://www.hootingyard.org/?p=1457#comment-5594 Ah, Zadie Smith. i did once think that if i were willing to play on my half-Indian nature, i might have got my novel published, but i'm afraid the thought just made me feel ill; the thought of making a big thing out of being half-Indian, i mean, not the thought of being half-Indian. Ah, Zadie Smith.
i did once think that if i were willing to play on my half-Indian nature, i might have got my novel published, but i’m afraid the thought just made me feel ill; the thought of making a big thing out of being half-Indian, i mean, not the thought of being half-Indian.

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