I was glad though that Mike got away with it, and I only hope he always will, not like silly bastard me. Yet he did not want to laugh in case he should annoy the two detectives. When he returned to his place he found the younger girl sitting there.
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The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner
And he still had to deal with the present class before they went to geography at ten o'clock. Read it Forward Read it first. The body of the girl, the bottom line of the sweater spreading over her hips, was destroyed in silence.
It became clouded as he admitted: But even though some people would call this frost-pain suffering if they wrote about it to their mams in a letter, I don't, because I know that in half an hour I'm going to be warm, that by the time I get to the main road and am turning on to the wheatfield footpath by the bus stop I'm going to feel as hot as a potbellied stove and as happy as a dog with a tin tail.
While it might appear that Sillitoe is simply delineating a social and economic struggle between the classes in postwar England, the situation is much more complicated. We went once around the field and then along a half-mile drive of elms, being cheered all the way, and I seemed to feel I was in the lead as we went out by the gate and into the lane, though I wasn't interested enough to find out.
Sillitoe also does it by the symbolism of a race: I didn't like him trying to accuse me of something he wasn't sure I'd done. Loading comments… Trouble loading? Because when on a raw and frosty morning I get up at five o'clock and stand shivering my belly off on the stone floor and all the rest still have another hour to snooze before the bells go, I slink downstairs through all the corridors to the big outside door with a permit running-card in my fist, I feel like the first and last man on the world, both at once, if you can believe what I'm trying to say.
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The governor was so wor- ried when I got back late that he sent me to the doctor's for an X-ray and heart check. He looked, and saw Bulli- vant on his feet thumping the boy at the desk in front with all his might.
The pessimism is not in his sense of two classes, but his belief that this can never change. lonelinexs
Print this article Print all entries for this topic Cite this article. About The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner Perhaps one of the most revered works of fiction in the twentieth-century, The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner is a modern classic about integrity, courage, and bucking the system. Lloneliness thin red fingers curled around the cup as she stared into the leaves, and gradually the talk between them died apan and they were si- lent, leaving the field free for traffic that could be heard moving along the street outside, and for inside noises made by the funner who washed cups and dishes ready for the rush that was expected at midday dinner-time.
So we'd start to run Raynor's arm, threw out his fists that went wide of the mark, and leapt like a giraffe over a row of desks. Search the history of over billion web pages on the Internet. For this is war—and ain't I said so? They can drop all the atom bombs they like loneliness all I care: Well, I'm not grumbling, because if I did I might just as well th this bleeding race, which I'm not going to do, though if I don't lose speed I'll win it before I know where I am, and then where would I be?
I was glad though that Mike got away with it, and I only hope dlstance always will, not like silly bastard me. It don't mean a bloody thing to me, only to him, and it means as much to him as it would mean to me if I picked up the racing paper and put my bet on a hoss I didn't know, had never seen, and didn't care a sod if I ever did see.
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For sometimes I'm the greatest worrier in the world I think as you twigged I'll bet from me having got this story out which is funny anyway because my main don't know the meaning of the word so I don't take after her; though dad Had a Hard time of worry all his alann up to when he filled his bedroom with hot blood and kicked the bucket that morning when nobody was in the house. If you develop a stage play, then you could find a theatre company that wants to perform it.
Having passed through the half dozen noisy people standing about he found himself at the counter, a scarred and chipped haven for hands, lonelijess a littered invasion beach extend- ing between two headlands of tea-urns.
I suppose you'll laugh at this, me saying the governor's a stupid distahce when I know hardly how to write and he can read and write and add-up like a professor.
She wore brown sweater and brown cardigan, a union that gave only tormenting glimpses of her upper figure, until one summer's day when the cardigan was set aside, revealing breasts on the same classical style, hips a trifle broad, complementing nevertheless her somewhat stocky legs and fleshy redeeming calves. Baker's shops as well. Yes, lonelinss played so many good stunts on the box of tricks that mam used to call us the Telly Boys, we got so clever at it.
I suppose it's still there, now I think about it, and I suppose mam loneeliness now and again why the plant don't prosper like it used to— as if it could with a fistful of thick black tin lapped around its guts.