[…] Raven led the old horse forward.
"Now, Mrs. Green, if you’d catch hold of the tongue. I wouldn’t ask everybody, but I know you don’t frighten."
"How do you know?" she asked.
"They’re saying that you’re about to open a bookshop. That shows you’re ready to chance some unlikely things."”
Penelope Fitzgerald, The Bookshop, p. 14.
What’s true for a fictional character in 1961 East Anglia is truer for anybody opening a bookstore in 2011, no?
[…] What else do people think the Old House could be used for? Why haven’t they done anything about it in the past seven years? There were jackdaws nesting in it, half the tiles were off, it stank of rats. Wouldn’t it be better as a place where people could stand and look at books?”
"Are you talking about culture" the manager said, in a voice half way between pity and respect.
"Culture is for amateurs. I can’t run my shop at a loss. Shakespeare was a professional!"”