A Separate Peace online book

There was something innately strange about it, as though there had always been an inner core to the gym which I had never percei ...

were choked with images of blazing artillery and bodies half sunk in the sand of a beach somewhere. We members of the Class of 1 ...

on exhibition somewhere. “I had to.” Then I added, with great difficulty, “I thought I belonged here.” I felt him turning to loo ...

His face had been struggling to stay calm as he listened to me, but now he was crying but trying to control himself. “It was jus ...

instead of going to a scheduled meeting of the Commencement Arrangements Committee, on which I had been persuaded to take Brinke ...

The Far Common was different, a gift of the rich lady benefactress. It was Georgian like the rest of the school, and it combined ...

The Jeeps, troops, and sewing machines were now drawn up next to the Far Common quadrangle. There was some kind of consultation ...

“I was going to wait and be drafted,” I replied, trying to be polite and answer his question honestly, “but if I did that they m ...

“Dad keeps making that speech about serving the country,” Brinker said apologetically, “I wish to hell he wouldn’t.” “That’s all ...

seemed crazy to anyone else—I could not use the past tense, for instance—and what they had to say would be incomprehensible to m ...

Only Phineas never was afraid, only Phineas never hated anyone. Other people experienced this fearful shock somewhere, this sigh ...

A Separate Peace by John Knowles Chapter 1 I went back to the Devon School not long ago, and found it looking oddly newer than w ...

Like all old, good schools, Devon did not stand isolated behind walls and gates but emerged naturally from the town which had pr ...

Devon was both scholarly and very athletic, so the playing fields were vast and, except at such a time of year, constantly in us ...

us his maniac look, and only the smirk on his wide mouth with its droll, slightly protruding upper lip reassured us that he wasn ...

“Great!” he said, bobbing instantly to the surface again, his wet hair plastered in droll bangs on his forehead. “That’s the mos ...

“I never backed away from anything in my life!” I cried, my indignation at this charge naturally stronger because it was so true ...

wing of one of the buildings accompanied their talk. The sky was darkening steadily, which brought up the lights in the dormitor ...

on, “because we’re all getting ready for the war. What if they lower the draft age to seventeen? Gene and I are both going to be ...

“What’s that thing?” “This is a tablecloth,” he said out of the side of his mouth. “No, cut it out. What is it?” “This,” he then ...