Several days’ existential angst was only ever going to be killed by one thing …
Some serious book buying!
Cue a trip to the tiny, cluttered bookshop that is about 500 yards away from my summer place where, if you needed proof that serendipity exists, I found the three hardbacks pictures above on the same shelf !
The owner, recognising the manic glint of an addict getting a fix, let me have the two paperbacks free of charge, so the total cost of my bag was £30. Great business, I thought, for someone becoming increasingly interested in Richard III, and who’ll be teaching Marlowe to two different classes this year. I left with a renewed spring in my step, heading directly for a nearby pub where I knew I could sit in the basement and look over my treasure in peace.
Now I just need to find somewhere quiet where I can read them without interruption … until September …
The Boar's Head, Eastcheap 
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