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What prompted him to bring much of his Noel Coward collection as a portion of holiday reading he could not say. As he ambled, or, more accurately, shuffled, back bent, peering along his shelves before packing, the familiar spines seemed to, well, shimmer, standing apart from other titles in a way that made them alluring and right. Once he had stacked the volumes on the floor, his commitment to them declared, no other books called attention to themselves in any way. He was on his own for the rest of his choices. Nor could he explain - and it is important to know that Mr. Apotienne was loathe to explain any of his behavior or thought process ever to anyone - why he pocketed the paperback with three plays including Blithe Spirit when he set out that first morning for a light repast. He knew there must have been a sharp jab with an imaginary pointy stick that caused him to begin reading out loud while waiting for his first - oh, the heaven of it - plate of Gloria's breakfast pastries to be set before him. He examined himself for bruises or punctures when he returned to his cottage and found none. Which did not mean the jabbing hadn't happened.