I love this series.
Quotes:
Sins, thought Mma Ramotswe, are darker and more powerful when contemplated within confining walls. Out in the open, under such a sky as this, misdeeds were reduced to their natural proportions—small, mean things that could be faced quite openly, sorted, and folded away.
He felt weary. Life was a battle against wear; the wear of machinery and the wear of the soul. Oil. Grease. Wear.
He closed the door behind him, taking one last look at the pump. It was an old friend, in a way. No modern pump would look like that, with its wheel and its beautiful heavy casing; no modern pump would make a noise like the trumpeting of an elephant. This pump had come from far away and could be given back to the British now. Here is your pump, which you left in Africa. It is finished now.
“You don’t have to read a book to understand how the world works,” Mma Potokwani continued. “You just have to keep your eyes open.”
No, this was not a lie; it was an interpretation.
“That is somebody who comes to stay with us from time to time,” said Mrs. Moffat. “He writes books.”
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