The Book-Thief’s Heartbeat
The Book-Thief’s Heartbeat
In Bewley's Oriental Cafe in Dublin, seated on red plush beneath the stained-glass windows, Oliver awaits an almond bun and a cup of coffee and considers his existence. Art gallery attendant and vintage car enthusiast, Oliver boorishly collects parking tickets and pursues Lily with less than ardent consistency.
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achine until it shone like the coffee cylinder in the cafe. I have always associated polishing with fire-engines. I recall the night Lily set fire to the chimney, panicked, rang the fire-brigade and when they arrived asked them could they not have sent a smaller tender.
When work on the car was finished, I tapped a front tyre with my foot. If it had been a hedge I would have pulled a leaf off. I felt I needed to do something.
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I parked the car along St. Stephen's Green and walked down Grafton Street to the cafe thinking what a fine job Harry had done on the motor.
Breakfast over, I stepped out into the street again. It was raining. I was just in time to catch an umbrella in the face. I made it clear to the woman that I was of the opinion that all short people should have tall umbrellas. The incident gave rise to an impulse. I went back into the cafe and telephoned the gallery to say that I could not attend work this day owing to
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seems like an 80's version of a blog, in prose.
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