Marjorie

These are short essays based on author's encounter with such situations. In one of the essays, 'Laancelot Amber', encounter and recollection of thoughts with Mr. Davies has been written. Mr. Davies was a wisp of a man, with a taste for snuff and for snuff-coloured garments, and for books in snuffy bindings. His book-shop in Cliff Street was a dingy place enough, with a smell of leather and paste about it, and if you stirred a book you brought enough snuffy dust into the air to make you sneeze for ten minutes.