Wessex Papers #3: OutsmartHarper Collins, 30 de juny 2009 - 256 pàgines Date: October 23 Dear Mr. Ellis: As you know, I've always held your son in the highest esteem. It pains me to have to inform you of his involvement in various illegal and immoral money-making schemes on the Wessex campus. Details attached. Winslow is at a critical juncture in his education and can not afford any blemishes on his record. Toward that end, I am offering to overlook his transgressions in exchange for a donation of $300,000 to the enclosed account number. I trust you will take care of this matter in a timely fashion. Phillip Olsen In the satisfying conclusion Sunday and Fred pull off the scam of the century -- and beat the blackmailers at their own game. |
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Pàgina 241 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pàgina 4 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Pàgina 115 - ... Dickie's hair was always perfect. Dickie woke up in the morning with every hair neatly in place. That he was having a bad day did nothing to dampen my spirits. He jumped in his seat when he saw me. "You! Are you nuts? Are you wacko?" He shook his head. "This is too much. This time you've gone too far.
Pàgina 95 - The rumors were bound to start flying about the two of them, if they hadn't already.
Pàgina 223 - I don't want to go to jail. I don't want to lose everything I've got.
Pàgina 11 - He sounded as if he were trying to convince himself more than her.