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Saturday, 1 March 2014

I read this book in 1986, while travelling on a train between Birmingham and Plymouth in England.

I recall that the carriage was dirty and a somewhat scruffy and unkempt man with a beard (which had bits of food in it) was sat opposite me. The journey took several hours and the toilets were blocked. I vowed never again to travel on a British train.

I enjoyed the book, which I read in full during the journey, and gave it the odd looking fellow sat opposite me when I alighted from the locomotive.

I never saw him, nor the book, ever again.

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