Harold and Maude / Colin Higgins
| dc.contributor | Dell, Thomas Internet Wiretap |
| dc.contributor.author | Higgins, Colin, 1941-1988 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T10:01:22Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T10:01:22Z |
| dc.date.created | 1971 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-11-10 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1981 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1981 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1981 |
| dc.description.abstract | Higgins, Colin, 1941-1988. - Harold and Maude. - s.l. : s.n., [1971]. |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 163 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Oxford Text Archive |
| dc.rights.uri | https://ota.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/repository/xmlui/page/licence-ota |
| dc.rights.label | ACA |
| dc.subject.lcsh | American fiction -- 20th century |
| dc.subject.other | Novels |
| dc.title | Harold and Maude / Colin Higgins |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 170189 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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Harold and Maude
by Colin Higgins
Copyright -C- 1971
Harold Chasen stepped up on the chair and placed the noose about his
neck. He pulled it tight and tugged on the knot. It would hold. He looked
about the den. The Chopin was playing softly. The envelope was propped up
on the desk. Everything was ready. He waited. Outside, a car pulled
into the driveway. It stopped, and he heard his mother get out. With barely
a smile he knocked over the chair and fell jerkily into space. In a few
moments his feet had stopped kicking, and his body swayed with the rope.
Mrs. Chasen put her keys down on the entrance table and called to the
maid to take the packages out of the car. It had been a boring luncheon and
she was tired. She looked at herself in the mirror and absently pushed at her
hair. The frosted wig would be fine for dinner this evening, she decided.
She'd cancel her . . .
