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Richard Morgan Goes Critical |
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 Richard Morgan straddled a chair, and plucked at the soft collar of his pale olive shirt, as he told us how uncomfortable he feels stuck out in front of an audience.
A former teacher of English, Richard said that he can still hear the voices of his mentors telling him to 'decentralise' the class room. "Your students won't talk if you do," they insisted, "so shut up, and let them speak."
He conducted this discussion in much the same manner. During a very proactive session, Richard fielded questions from a small, but enthusiastic group of fans, for just over an hour. His responses were considered, in depth, and often involved an element of humour.
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By Rebecca Fraser
Softly, slowly, warily, creep
Into the bathroom, take a peek
At what the mirror shows today;
The same visage I saw last week.
Wait, check again, the subtle trade
Of eyes once blue — is that a brownish hue
That looks back at my purloined face?
Now, is that me, or is that you?
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I slammed the steering wheel with my fist. "Un-bloody-believable!" I was still angry with my wife and the traffic was shithouse. I kept replaying the conversation.
The couch appeared on the footpath outside the pub one morning, lying on its side in the summer glare. Looking back, I s'pose someone must've dumped it there.
"Corin, wait!"
The Grand Conjunction