The October Man (Rivers of London, #7.5)

by Ben Aaronovitch

There was a statue on the lawn outside the institute of a woman, hand on breast, looking mournfully upwards as if contemplating the death of a loved one and the amount of paperwork it was bound to cause.

He had that weird intensity, as if he were imperceptibly vibrating, that I’ve noticed amongst members of historical research groups and people from tech support.