Shock! I’ve found a bomb in my library. My sanctuary. My hermitage. I’d hauled down a book of essays one late evening and unsuspectingly leafed through it before the fire, feeling smug with a splash of Craigellachie 2008 in the glass. (No, you can only buy it in Scotland. Smug factor: 10.)
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