When the world starts falling about your ears and intensely disagreeable things are happening to you, it’s always a comfort to blame somebody else. But—who? In my case, not Uncle Evariste. No, he did the sensible thing. Certainly not my fellow clerks and scriveners. None of it was their fault. I’m casting around trying to think of someone other than myself.
Ah. I have it. Of course. The bookseller. If he ever existed in the first place. But I know he did. Should I curse him? Or thank him for all that came later?
To begin, then, on a sparkling
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“A consummate storyteller, Alexander takes readers on a memorable journey.”
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