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Mark � quite tall � was standing with his back to the room, scrutinizing
the contents of the Alconburys' bookshelves: mainly leather-bound series
of books about the Third Reich, which Geoffrey sends off for from
Reader's Digest. It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr Darcy
and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It's like being
called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the
garden, shouting 'Cathy' and banging your head against a tree.
He led us excitedly across the big white space to a toilet paper roll:
inside out with the cardboard outside the paper.
'No.'