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560 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1969
It was one of those never-ending June evenings, with long reaches of sky from which the light seemed unable to ebb. Rashers moved slowly ... At Chandlers Court he stopped to get his breath and to look up at the sky. It was never ending, with never fading light. He thought of Death and felt it was waiting for him somewhere in the sky's deeps, cold Sergeant Death, as the song said, Death the sad smiling tyrant, the cruel remorseless old foe.
Shall we sit down together for a while? Here on the hillside, where we can look down on the city ...
Strumpet city in the sunset
So old, so sick with memories
Old Mother;
Some they say are damned
But you, I know, will walk the streets of Paradise
Head high, and unashamed.