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1 " I move we get more wine,' Alistair said. 'What does the panel think?'...It was obvious that the entire war could be solved in this way. The trick would be to reach for a corkscrew instead, every time some brass hat ordered artillery. "
― Chris Cleave , Everyone Brave Is Forgiven
2 " Feeling drunk with the anticipation of being alone in the elevator with the blonde seductress, Jack turned back and flashed a wicked grin at Todd before disappearing down the hall." I’m Shala. I was also hoping we'd have a private moment together, before your adventure begins.” She spoke softly and slipped her hand into the crook of Jack's arm." Shala, you read my mind," Jack replied as they reached the elevator. " After Dr. Strong and I talk, how about you show me the sights of Landon." " The most exciting thing in Landon is in my suite.” Shala whispered and leaned hard against him, forcing his back to the wall. Shala’s hands explored Jacks chest then moved to his sides and round to his back sinking lower. Her fiery smile sent an unexpected chill through him. Jack squirmed uncomfortably as he glanced up at the panel above the elevator doors. The second floor indicator lit and held. The doors silently slid aside to reveal a large banquet hall just as Shala's hands reached a sensitive spot. "
3 " I opened the curtain and entered the confessional, a dark wooden booth built into the side wall of the church. As I knelt on the small worn bench, I could hear a boy's halting confession through the wall, his prescribed penance inaudible as the panel slid open on my side and the priest directed his attention to me." Yes, my child," he inquired softly. " Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my First Confession." " Yes, my child, and what sins have you committed?" ...." I talked in church twenty times, I disobeyed my mother five times, I wished harm to others several times, I told a fib three times, I talked back to my teacher twice." I held my breath. " And to whom did you wish harm?" My scheme had failed. He had picked out the one group of sins that most troubled me. Speaking as softly as I could, I made my admission. " I wished harm to Allie Reynolds." " The Yankee pitcher?" he asked, surprise and concern in his voice. " And how did you wish to harm him?" " I wanted him to break his arm." " And how often did you make this wish?" " Every night," I admitted, " before going to bed, in my prayers." " And were there others?" " Oh, yes," I admitted. " I wished that Robin Roberts of the Phillies would fall down the steps of his stoop, and that Richie Ashburn would break his hand." " Is there anything else?" " Yes, I wished that Enos Slaughter of the Cards would break his ankle, that Phil Rizzuto of the Yanks would fracture a rib, and that Alvin Dark of the Giants would hurt his knee." But, I hastened to add, " I wished that all these injuries would go away once the baseball season ended." ..." Are there any other sins, my child?" " No, Father." " For your penance, say two Hail Mary's, three Our Fathers, and," he added with a chuckle, " say a special prayer for the Dodgers. ... "
4 " When you read a comic book, there's a space between what's happening on the panel and what you have to literally see in your mind. That's not true of movies, where you see everything. "