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?
Emily:
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.
Emily:
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.
Emily:
I suppose so, yes.
Man with glassy eyes:
These books have learned to use fish knives and forks, see what I mean?
Emily:
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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