“There were people whose only interest in life was writing letters. To the newspapers, to authors, to strangers, to City Councils, to the police. It did not much matter to whom; the satisfaction of writing seemed to be all.” PeopleWritingMatterInterestCitiesLettersPoliceSatisfactionStrangerNewspapersCouncilInterest In LifeCity Council Book:The Singing Sands Source: The Singing Sands
“Letterwriting is the natural outlet of the "odds." The busy-bodies, the idle, the perverted, the cranks, the feel-it-my-duties ... Also the plain depraved. They all write letters. It's their safe outlet, you see. They can be as interfering, as long-winded, as obscene, as pompous, as one-idea'd, as they like on paper, and no one can kick them for it. So they write. My God, how they write!” FeelsWritingLongIdeasBodyNaturalDutySafePaperLettersBusyKicksOddsInterfereIdleOutletsObscenePompousDepravedCrank Author:Josephine Tey
