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“He knew by heart every last minute crack on its surface. He had made maps of the ceiling and gone exploring on them; rivers, islands, and continents. He had made guessing games of it and discovered hidden objects; faces, birds, and fishes. He made mathematical calculations of it and rediscovered his childhood; theorems, angles, and triangles. There was practically nothing else he could do but look at it. He hated the sight of it.”

Quote by Josephine Tey

Book:The Daughter of Time

Work

The Daughter of Time

In this novel, a fictional detective becomes fascinated with the life and legacy of King Richard III, leading him to question the historical narrative surrounding the king's reign and death. Set in a mental institution, the detective delves into historical records and theories, ultimately forming a unique perspective on the infamous monarch. more

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Josephine Tey was a British detective novel author known for her intricate plots and psychological insights. Her works combined literary quality with detective elements, profoundly influencing the genre of detective fiction. more

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