You're someone who is different, but who wants to be the same as everyone else. And that, in my view, is a serious illness.

Each was anxious to play the part fate had allotted to him, and each was dimly conscious of an inability to remain confined in it, and painfully aware that their secret problems would have been unintelligible to most men of their own class and kind.

I’m about to sharpen up the engine a little.

Men, she thought, were odd about their clothes: they liked to wear the same things until they became defeated and threadbare.

Written By Alexander McCall Smith

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