Denham, lounging along Charing Cross Road, jingled the coins in her pocket and decided to go again to the Zoo. She was luckier, she felt, than Audrey, wasting a fine afternoon among those awful books. What a trade it was, increasing the number of books in a world already overstocked with them! As bad as parents, who increased the number of people. There must be millions of books already that people hadn't read. If they must read, let them read those.
From Crewe Train
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