Brighton Rock (as chosen by Yr12)
p.12 Grey inhuman seventeen year old eyes.
p.14 She smelt of soap and wine
p.43 Right and wrong…
p.55 Of course there’s Hell. Flames and damnation.
p.116 He was nameless, faceless, but the Boy hated him…
p.216 It’s like those sticks of rock: bite all the way down, you’ll still read
Brighton. That’s human nature.
p.264 It was as if the flames had literally got him…
p.250 She began to pray to herself, “Holy Mary, mother of God,” but then she stopped – she was in mortal sin: it was no good praying
p.135 between the stirrup and the ground…
ACO
p.24 There has to be a leader. Discipline there has to be.
p.94 Am I just to be a clockwork orange?
p.63 Goodness is something chosen. When man cannot choose he ceases to be man.
p.71 You are to be made into a good boy… Is a man who chooses the bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed on him?
p.125 A victim of the modern age.
p.? Youth is only being in a way like it might be an animal.
