Michel Vachey | Short Texts

Opening Craven came up past the Achilles statue in the thin summer rain. It was only just after lighting-up time, but already the cars were lined up all the way to the Marble Arch, and the sharp acquisitive faces peered out ready for a good time with anything possible which came along. Craven went bitterly by with the collar of his mackintosh tight round his throat: it was one of his bad days. —Graham Greene, “A Little Place Off the Edgware Road” Perfect opening, impossible to improve. One would like to linger there, forever in the beginning. Likely influence of…