A Selection of Passages From "The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul"
Here are a selection of passages from the book; "The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul":
Chapter 1, Page 1:
It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on Earth has ever produced the expression “as pretty as an airport”.
Airports are ugly. Some are very ugly. Some attain a degree of ugliness that can only be a result of a special effort. This ugliness arises because airports are full of people who are tired, cross, and have just discovered that their luggage has landed in Murmansk (Murmansk airport is the only known exception to this otherwise infallible rule), and architects have on the whole tried to reflect this in their designs.
Chapter 1, Page 2:
All the way out of London to Heathrow she had suffered from doubt. She was not a superstitious person, or even a religious person, she was simply someone who was not at all sure she should be flying to Norway. But she was finding it increasingly easy to believe that God, if there was a God, and if it was remotely possible that any godlike being who could order the disposition of particles at the creation of the Universe would also be interested in directing traffic on the M4, did not want her to fly to Norway either. All the trouble with the tickets, finding a next-door neighbour to look after the cat, then finding the cat so it could be looked after by the next-door neighbour, the sudden leak in the roof, the missing wallet, the weather, the unexpected death of the next-door neighbour, the pregnancy of the cat - it all had the semblance of an orchestrated campaign if obstruction which had begun to assume godlike proportions.
Chapter 1, Page 4:
Jean-Philippe was, as the taxi-driver correctly guessed, the reason why she was going to Norway, but was also the reason she was convinced that Norway was not at all a good place for her to go. Thinking of him made her head oscillate and it seemed best not to think about him at all and simply go to Norway as if that was where she happened to be going anyway. She would then be terribly surprised to bump into him at whatever hotel it was he had written on the card that was tucked into the side pocket of her handbag.