Chapter One
From the opening pages
This one’s different from the rest. No structured argument, no four-part plan for building anything. Just a collection of short essays, each one roughly the length of a cup of tea, about the smaller, odder things I’ve noticed along the way.
Some of these are funny. A few of them aren’t, particularly. All of them are true, or as true as memory ever manages to be. Dip in wherever you like. There’s no correct order to a cup of tea.
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