He thumbs through books he’s read a dozen times…
There aren’t many books on his shelf; once he’s done reading, he only keeps the ones with parts that stick in his head and give him the impression he’d be worse off forgetting. He’s fond of old, heavy books based in history and off-the-wall speculations on what most would consider pseudo-history.
The Amphigorvian Railway
There are others.
There is also a noisy metal box of the sort used to hold paper and coin currency, with a little locking latch. The box sits on the bottom shelf, pressed against the left hand side of the bookshelf. The sticker on top, peeled from the front of a cigarette packet, reads
Tobacco and Prose.
It matches the label of the little box perched atop the bookshelf. A single pale cigarette peeks out of the opened top.