House Quotes

These quotes from The Letters of Dylan Thomas edited by Paul Ferris

Upstairs

"…In my untidy bedroom, surrounded with books and papers, full of the unhealthy smell of very bad tobacco, I sit and write…"

"...the hot water pipes are swearing at me, and, despite the nearness of the stove, my tiny hands are frozen…"

"…The water is lapping upon my abdominal shore, and a cigarette-end, slowly disintegrating, is being carried along by the steaming stream …."

"...I am lying in the bath, smoking Woodbines, and staring, through hot mists…"

"…The click, click of the geyser sounds like the distant champing of a lady tenor…"

"…I shall probably turn shy and hide myself in the lavatory all day (up the stairs, first to the right)…."

Downstairs and Outside

"...his library contains nearly everything that a respectable highbrow library should contain. My books, on the other hand, are nearly all poetry and mostly modern at that…"

"...Near the top of the hill a small, not very well painted, gateless house…"

"…Space at back sufficiently large for wash-house, clothes line, deck-chair, and three sparrows…"

"…Very nice, very respectable. Not much traffic. Lots of sparrows…"

"…Hot water pipes very near. Gurgle all the time. Nearly go mad…"

"…Pretty park nearby. Sea half a mile off…..Lunatic asylum mile off…"

"…tiny renovated bedroom, all papers and books, cigarette ends, hardly any light, book-knife. No red cushion. No cushion at all. Hard chair. Smelly. Painful…"

From Patricia, Edith and Arnold

"…he was listening carefully all the time, through the squeals and whistles, to Patricia and the next-door servant, who belonged to Mrs Lewis, talking when they should have been working….."

From A Child's Christmas in Wales

"…One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner…"

"…never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six…"

"…animals lurked in the cubbyhole under the stairs where the gas meter ticked…."

"…through my bedroom window, out onto the moonlight and the unending smoke-coloured snow…"

"…I turned the gas down, I got into bed, I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept…"

From Reminiscences of Childhood

"…crawling, sprawling by a long and splendid curving shore…"

"…That sea-town was my world; outside a strange Wales…"

"…Beyond that unknown Wales …..lay….the country called the Front, from which may of our neighbours never came back…"

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