«And now, she told herself as she hurried back, all she was doing now, she was returning home to her husband and he was waiting for his supper; and if, when she entered the house, she happened to find anything unusual, or tragic, or terrible, then naturally it would be a shock and she'd become frantic with grief and horror. Mind you, she wasn't expecting to find anything. She was just going home with the vegetables.» Lamb to the Slaughter / The Way up to Heaven / The Landlady / William and Mary

He stood up and walked slowly to the couch by the window. He picked up his violin on his drawn-up knees. He plucked a string or two and tuned it.«I will tell you a story,» he began. «After it is over you will need to ask me no more questions. Someone once told me that all secrets are lies. The time has come, I think, not to lie anymore.»

In the heart of Paris, in the Beaubourg area, discover the Georges Pompidou Centre and its modern art collection. Just take the escalator that snakes up the front of the building...