| Hint | Answer | % Correct |
|---|---|---|
| SPACE | 1 | 0%
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| SPACE | 1 | 0%
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| SPACE | 1 | 0%
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| a half-formed ghost. He remembers the cries | 0%
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| A hundred agonies in black-and-white | 0%
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| and how the blood stained into foreign dust. | 0%
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| a priest preparing to intone a Mass. | 0%
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| as though this were a church and he | 0%
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| Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass. | 0%
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| beneath his hands, which did not tremble then | 0%
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| faintly start to twist before his eyes, | 0%
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| for Sunday's supplement. The reader's eyeballs prick | 0%
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| From the aeroplane he stares impassively at where | 0%
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| from which his editor will pick out five of six | 0%
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| He has a job to do. Solution slop in trays | 0%
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| he makes a living and they do not care. | 0%
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| In his darkroom he is finally alone | 0%
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| of running children in a nightmare heat. | 0%
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| of this man's wife, how he sought approval | 0%
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| Something is happening. A strangers's features | 0%
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| The only light is red and softly glows | 0%
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| though seem to now. Rural England. Home again | 0%
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| to fields which don't explode beneath the feet | 0%
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| to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel, | 0%
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| without words to do what someone must | 0%
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| with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows. | 0%
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| with tears between the bath and pre-lunch beers. | 0%
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