J. Banville, Ghosts, London, Secker & Warburg, 1993, p.38
The house has a nautical feel to it. Sea breezes make the timbers shift and groan, and the blue, salt-laden light in the windows is positively oceanic. The air reeks of brine and the floors when the sun comes in give off a tang of pitch. Then there is the faint smell of rancid apples everywhere: I might be Jim Hawkins, off on a grand adventure.
"The Nazis weren't all bad; the Stasi were at least as bad; the Baader-Meinhof gang were worse."Items: