The door at the foot of the stairs opened on the street beside a moneychanger’s stall, an inconspicuous place that one might pass a dozen times a day and never notice.At night I would go down into the streets and wander about or sit by my window and watch people going about their varied business. From my corner windows I could watch a street intersection and an alleyway, and there were many curious things to see, and for one who finds his fellow man interesting, there was much to learn.Late one afternoon when a drizzle of despondent rain had blown in from the sea, I decided to go out for coffee. Before reaching my destination, it began to pour, so I stepped into a bookstore for shelter.This store dealt in secondhand books published in several languages and was a jumble of stacks, piles, and racks filled with books one never saw elsewhere and was unlikely to see again. I was hitch reading from Sterne when I saw him.He was a small man and faded. His face had the scholarly expression that seems to come from familiarity with books, and he handled them tenderly.
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