Small Plays About My Day

… tiny true dramas in a Charing Cross Road bookshop

The Thief

Posted on | October 30, 2009 | No Comments

Quivering old man: Excuse me?
Emily: Hello, can I help?
Quivering old man: I’ve come down from Manchester, where I have the misfortune of living next door to a thief.
Emily: I see.
Quivering old man: I owned a book once called The Handbook. It was about Malaya. A Handbook of Malaya. Something of a treasure. It was a hundred years old, and she stole if from me.
Emily: We don’t have a copy, I’m sorry.
Quivering old man: I must continue to search.


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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