Author: Elizabeth Mackintosh (Josephine Tey)
Dates: 25 July 1896 – 13 February 1952
Title of Book: A Shilling for Candles
The pace of his black, square-toed boots quickened slightly, their shining surface winking in the sunlight. Proper service, these boots were. One might have thought that Potticary, having spent his best years in brushing his boots to order, would have asserted his individuality, or expressed his personality, or otherwise shaken the dust of a meaningless discipline off his feet by leaving the dust on his boots. But no, Potticary, poor fool, brushed his boots for the love of it. He probably had a slave mentality; but had never read enough for it to worry him. As for expressing one’s personality, if you described the symptoms to him, he would, of course, recognise them. But not by name. in the Service they call that “contrariness”.
View original post 83 more words