Lead us not into temptation

To get to the shops, I have to walk through the cathedral grounds -- and past a sign that says Books! Books! Books! Damn. A second-hand book stall on my daily stroll. I've already picked up "A Bullet At The Ballet" by Caryl Brahms and S.J. Simon (fantastic book by the fantastic authors of "No Bed For Bacon" and in glorious Penguin crime paperback green), despite having boxes of books stashed away under tables and in cupboards and no bookshelves. And yesterday I picked up an Ian Rankin Rebus novel in Help the Aged. This could be the start of a beautiful, if expensive and cluttering, friendship.