Crime element Quote
Type of crime text “I don’t mind you carving each other up in a quiet way.”
It’s the least you can do for anyone – ask questions.
Hale knew, before he had been in Brighton three hours, that they meant to
murder him.
Setting Fresh and glittering air/ Flower gardens in bloom
Cream houses ran away / Pale, vanishing clouds
The crowd uncoiled endlessly past him, like a twisted piece of wire
An acre of deep carpet / Stately red velvet couches
The hot Cosmopolitan air
It was cold on the sunless side of the pier
The pale sea curdled
Criminal Grey inhuman seventeen-year-old eyes
You might expect a hunter to look like that searching through the jungle…
before the kill
He gripped her arm and pushed her out into the dark, dripping street
The cheapest, youngest, least experienced skirt
He had his razor blade … but he’d never yet used it on an armed enemy.
The music wailed …about the game of which they all knew so much more
than he did
Fair smooth skin, the faintest down
Tears of humiliation pricked behind his eyes
He was a killer, he could kill men and not be caught.
“Of course there’s Hell. Flames and damnation, torments.”
Motive He had no dreams. His sleep was functional.
His enormous ambitions… a conqueror.
The poison twisted in the Boy's veins. He had been insulted. He had to show
someone he was - a man.
“…No choice. Maybe it’s always that way – you start and then you go on
going on.”
He took the revolver out of his pocket and loaded it – two chambers… That
was the next move.
He sat on the edge of his chair
Guilt and Remorse/ “I don’t want absolution. I want to be like him - damned.”
Confession A sudden feeling of immense gratitude broke through the pain.
“My god, have I got to have a massacre?”
“Kite – that was an accident. They only meant to carve him.”/ “Poor old
Spicer”
Slatey eyes… touched with the annihilating eternity to which he went.
Filled with a sense of gloomy hilarity and pride.
Victim A pale thin girl younger than himself
The sea dazzled the eyes; she watched it with pleasure as if it was a different
sea
She felt his will moving her hand – she could trust him
Type of crime text “I don’t mind you carving each other up in a quiet way.”
It’s the least you can do for anyone – ask questions.
Hale knew, before he had been in Brighton three hours, that they meant to
murder him.
Setting Fresh and glittering air/ Flower gardens in bloom
Cream houses ran away / Pale, vanishing clouds
The crowd uncoiled endlessly past him, like a twisted piece of wire
An acre of deep carpet / Stately red velvet couches
The hot Cosmopolitan air
It was cold on the sunless side of the pier
The pale sea curdled
Criminal Grey inhuman seventeen-year-old eyes
You might expect a hunter to look like that searching through the jungle…
before the kill
He gripped her arm and pushed her out into the dark, dripping street
The cheapest, youngest, least experienced skirt
He had his razor blade … but he’d never yet used it on an armed enemy.
The music wailed …about the game of which they all knew so much more
than he did
Fair smooth skin, the faintest down
Tears of humiliation pricked behind his eyes
He was a killer, he could kill men and not be caught.
“Of course there’s Hell. Flames and damnation, torments.”
Motive He had no dreams. His sleep was functional.
His enormous ambitions… a conqueror.
The poison twisted in the Boy's veins. He had been insulted. He had to show
someone he was - a man.
“…No choice. Maybe it’s always that way – you start and then you go on
going on.”
He took the revolver out of his pocket and loaded it – two chambers… That
was the next move.
He sat on the edge of his chair
Guilt and Remorse/ “I don’t want absolution. I want to be like him - damned.”
Confession A sudden feeling of immense gratitude broke through the pain.
“My god, have I got to have a massacre?”
“Kite – that was an accident. They only meant to carve him.”/ “Poor old
Spicer”
Slatey eyes… touched with the annihilating eternity to which he went.
Filled with a sense of gloomy hilarity and pride.
Victim A pale thin girl younger than himself
The sea dazzled the eyes; she watched it with pleasure as if it was a different
sea
She felt his will moving her hand – she could trust him
