Marianne and I were in a delightful bookshop in Ely yesterday. None of this Heffers, Ottakars or Waterstones stuff, just a tiny little 'ol bookshop. Until, you get inside.... it's like Dr Who's Tardis, colossal amount of space and bookshelves (fully laden, I hasten to add). Then, we went upstairs.....WOW! As soon as we stepped from the stairs to the shop floor this personable young man of around 27 years of age, asked us if we'd like some coffee. Our aim was to have one somewhere anyway, so problem solved.
We browsed the books sorted what we wanted, what we'd like and put 75% of them back on the shelves this young man said our coffee was ready..... WOW - cafetierre, cream, beautiful stone craft tableware, all neatly laid out for us. Marianne asked if we could continue our selection whilst having our coffee, "of course you can". So we made some more choices.
Where's this all leading? Well, the coffee table was right next to 4,000 dictionaries (OK maybe just 150). I picked up "Oxford Dictionary of Quotations" and looked up, you've guessed it? GBShaw "common language" thingie. It would seem it never, ever appeared in any publication of GBShaw at all. It is more than likely attributable to Oscar Wilde.... I wish I could remember all the details but it was an eyeopener.
Talking of Eyeopeners.... try looking at a copy of "Dictionary of Slang" and "Origin of Words". We were in hysterics....... "Lady Chatterly's Lover" doesn't enter it to it!
