Summary of the Book 'After London':
The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl are memoirs of a former London call girl written by Dr. Brooke Magnanti under the pseudonym Belle de Jour. From the summer of 2003 to the autumn of 2004 Belle charted her day-to-day adventures on and off the field in a frank funny and award-winning web diary. The blogs were then published into the book in which Belle elaborates on the diary entries and tells of how she became a Call Girl. Belle is a natural-born blogger her style is witty and compact with the right mixture of intimacy and disassociation... Her entertainment value is huge... because she writes about sex with a mind behind it. The Times
Excerpts from the Book 'After London':
... the country around for the rivers brought down trees and branches, timbers floated from the shore, and all kinds of similar materials, which grounded ...
... body travelling in space to which I have alluded. None of our vessels in the present day dare venture into those immense tracts of sea, nor, indeed, ...
... far westwards. But now the Irish, sailing round the outside of Wales, came likewise up through the Red Rocks, and so into the Lake, and in their turn ...
... as it were, and began to cover hitherto dry land. And this, with the other lesser rivers and brooks that no longer had any ultimate outlet, accounts ...
... floor were a number of arrows in various stages of manufacture, some tied to the straightening rod, some with the feathers already attached, and some ...
... had been cleared of trees and bushes that they might not harbour vermin, or thorn-hogs, or facilitate the approach of human enemies. Part ...
... Cornwall true? And where were the iron mines, from which the ancients drew their stores of metal? Led by these thoughts he twice or thrice left his ...
... London Chapter 7 The Forest Track continued Once as they trotted by a pheasant rose screaming from the furze and flew before them down the ...
... to the right the forest all was quiet there, but every now and then the sound of a ballad came round the castle, a sound without recognizable words, ...
... not of flesh and blood, and yet not incorporeal like the demons, nor were they dangerous to the physical man, doing no bodily injury. The harm they ...
... mist that hung there and immediately concealed it, like a cloud upon the ground. He was not certain in the dim light, and with so momentary and distant ...
... offered shelter, no matter which way the storm blew, but from the animosity of the coast people. If there was an important harbour and a town where provisions ...
... existing, however, gave additional importance to the establishment of a fort on the shore of the strait, as he had so long contemplated. By now, the ...
... of a double hammer worked in gold upon it, fluttered in the wind. Twenty or thirty, perhaps more, spears leant against one end of this rude shed, ...
... crime, he would have talked freely enough, and sympathized with the prisoner. As time went on, Felix grew thirsty, but his request for water was ...
... breeze touched the surface. His mind went out to the beauty of it. He did not question or analyse his feelings he launched his vessel, and left that ...
... black, as if soaked with the dark water. He skirted along somewhat farther, and found a ledge of low rocks stretching out into the Lake, so that he was ...
... a large roller had passed under him. A second and a third followed. They were without crests, and were not raised by the wind they obviously started ...
... like all their related tribes, had been at feud with the gipsies for many generations. The gipsies followed them to and from their pastures, cut ...
... best kind of herbs, and at the same time said he would not administer any medicine himself, but would tell their own native physicians and nurses all ...