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unearths some literary gems.
From Mr. Finchley Discovers his England, by Victor Canning:
[When the End Is Only the Beginning dept.: Thanks to a minor Kindle malfunction, I began reading what I thought was the beginning of this book, whereas it was actually the epilogue. It was obviously a post-adventure wrap-up, so until I discovered the error, I thought the main narrative was going to be a flashback. And, since I ended up reading only about half the book (the first half, having rectified the problem), it turned out my sneak peek at the ending was my only encounter with the denouement.]***He tiptoed through the tulips into his trousers.***In the pass, the hills made him feel small and they seemed to be annoyed with him. If he climbed their flanks and found the top they might become his friends.***Something in the way the reversed S in the cottage tea-sign leaned back in a homely fashion to tickle the A, hinted that the cottage was the better place for him.***"Much as I should like to prolong our conversation--or rather your monologue on the philosophy of laziness--I do not want to stop here all day."***
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