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Don't Cry For Me Aberystwyth (Aberystwyth Noir, #4) Don't Cry For Me Aberystwyth by Malcolm Pryce
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“... it seems to me there are two schools of thought. One you find in gift shops, written on trinkets adorned with pink hearts, on little notebooks and diaries and teddies and stuff; it says, “If you love them, let them go.” And then there’s the other school of thought, the Louie Knight school, which says, “If you love someone, don’t let them go.” The first one is fine if you live in a gift shop or if your supply of happiness on this earth is as plentiful and uninterrupted as the gas that comes through the mains. But if you’re like me and you find that most of the time the gas is cut off, you can’t afford to be so prodigal.”
Malcolm Pryce, Don't Cry For Me Aberystwyth
“For reasons we can only guess at, it is said that God decides before we are born which of us are to be saved and which consigned to eternal damnation; and not just before we were born, but before anyone was born. Before He started work on the universe, before He had even laid the first brick, it had been ordained who would be lost and who would be saved; and which of us would serve our time in Aberystwyth. Nothing we do on this earth makes a blind bit of difference. God pulls the arm, the wheels spin, we are damned or saved. All you can do is hope He gives better odds than the publican.”
Malcolm Pryce, Don't Cry For Me Aberystwyth
“God is Santa Claus for grown-ups, not a misery-guts, not an asshole; we've got enough of those in town already. I didn't believe; but the guy I didn't believe in wasn't like that. He was a warm, smiling chap, overflowing with benevolence; someone you looked up to with the same bafflement and confused wonder and absolute trust that you had for the giants who put you on your potty when you were two. He was a nice guy who would make it all right; who understood; the one guy you never had to explain your screw-ups to. He smelled good, too: of pews and old hassocks, floor polish and musty velvet drapes, of candle wax and mildewed pages. He resided in the tranquility that can fill even the heart of an unbeliever in old churches, where the eye and the spirit are soothed by the flicker of golden candlelight and the gentle but vivid hues from the stained-glass good guys above the altar. And the great thing about Him was, He was human. You could feel sorry for Him. I knew there could be only one reason why He let us suffer like this: He can't find a way to stop it. Like a roller-coaster ride that gets too scary, there's no way off. He set it in motion and now He's as helpless as the rest of us.”
Malcolm Pryce, Don't Cry For Me Aberystwyth
“If you qualify for a reward for the help you've given us, do you want the Lego?'
'The what?'
'The Lego. You know what it is, I take it.'
Eleri looked slightly hurt. 'Don't be silly. Of course I do. It's Latin for "I build", isn't it?”
Malcolm Pryce, Don't Cry For Me Aberystwyth
“...It's a college rule: we must always take off our hats when see a fellow scholar.'
I pulled a face and she continued, burning with conviction, 'Oh, come on, Mr Knight. Don't tell me you've never seen someone doff a cap before.'
'I'm familiar with the custom, but not in this context. The normal way to make a man remove his hat in that town is to punch him on the jaw.”
Malcolm Pryce, Don't Cry For Me Aberystwyth
“She reached the door and added, ‘Myfanwy says you drink too much rum. I think she was right.’
‘It’s my aftershave.’
‘Well, then, you drink too much aftershave.”
Malcolm Pryce, Don't Cry For Me Aberystwyth