Passing Waterstones in Darlington I glanced, as ever, in their window only to find a complete absence of books, triggering a tumbling of thoughts: thought one, it being bonfire night, was that I had slipped into Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 without noticing; thought two was they had closed down without telling anyone; thought three, which eventually struck home, was that bonfire night is the obvious time to create your window display of books for Christmas, a mere fifty days away; and after tutting at such nonsense I stepped inside and began making a mental note to Santa.
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