Okay, so I did build up my trip to the bookshop last night a little too much, and felt that melancholy twinge of 'Oh, I thought this would make me happier'.
It was cold, a bit lonely, and I rubbed my eyes with book-dust-finger, making them red and sore.
But, I did find one book in the seven million that I looked at. An Annie Dillard novel about the American Frontier.
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