Still, at least somebody had noticed. This whole time, I was calm. I was the picture of calm.

Invisible Monsters, Chuck Palahniuk

And they looked from one to another in sudden understanding.

The Hound of Ulster, Rosemary Sutcliff

‘He’s a lawyer in Atlanta, and he’s very active in his church,’ Mrs Bennet said. ‘If that’s not the description of a man looking for a wife, I don’t know what is.’

Eligible, Curtis Sittenfeld

Without stopping, without even turning his head, he passed the little blue house. But he looked at it out of the corner of his eye.

The Age of Reason, Sartre (tr. Eric Sutton)

He sat at the table, stood up, sat down again, stared gloomily at the wall for some minutes, lit his pipe, and then, laboriously, with a single first finger and his heart heavy with misgiving, he typed the first news story of his meteoric career.

Scoop, Evelyn Waugh

No more of my writing groups are scheduled now until September, to allow everyone to enjoy the so far chilly and rather wet UK summer. Wherever you are, happy writing.