Small Plays About My Day

… tiny true dramas in a Charing Cross Road bookshop

Fish Knives

Posted on | April 9, 2010 | No Comments

Man with glassy eyes: Do you have any Saki?
Possibly. Are you looking for a particular book?
Man with glassy eyes:
I’m looking for the edition with the biography by his sister. They were brought up by the maiden aunt type. Hearts you could use as domestic freezers.
You could try the literature section downstairs, there might be something there.
Man with glassy eyes:
This is a special shop, isn’t it? The books are special.
I suppose so, yes.
Man with glassy eyes:
These books have learned to use fish knives and forks, see what I mean?
I see what you mean.



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  • "In a town like London there are always plenty of not quite certifiable lunatics walking the streets, and they tend to gravitate towards bookshops, because a bookshop is one of the few places where you can hang about for a long time without spending any money."
    George Orwell

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