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1 " Brain Salad Surgery. "
― Ian Rankin , Fleshmarket Close (Inspector Rebus #15)
2 " The man called Gareth was laughing into his mobile phone as the door opened. There were gold rings on each of his fingers, chains dangling from his neck and wrists. He wasn’t tall but he was wide. Rebus got the impression much of it was fat. A gut hung over his waistband. He was balding badly, and had allowed what hair he had to grow uncut, so that it hung down to the back of his collar and beyond. He wore a black leather trenchcoat and black T-shirt, with baggy denims and scuffed trainers. He already had his free hand out for the cash, wasn’t expecting another hand to grab it and haul him inside the flat. He dropped the phone, swearing and finally taking note of Rebus. "
3 " He’s a piece of the jigsaw.’ ‘Maybe so, John, but if he is, he’s a bit of sky or cloud – I can see the picture clearly enough without him. "
4 " was still a fine, persistent drizzle. There was a word in Scots for it—“smirr. "
5 " The mistrust and resentment they brought with them, the way tribes feared anything new, anything from outside the camp’s tight confines. "
6 " It was a rainy Monday afternoon, and nothing about the day so far boded anything but ill for the rest of the working week. "
7 " They parked in a pay-bay on George Square and walked through the gardens, emerging in front of the university library. Most of the buildings here had gone up in the 1960s, and Rebus hated them: blocks of sand-colored concrete replacing the square's original eighteenth-century town houses. Rows of treacherous steps, and a notorious wind-tunnel effect which could blow over the unwary on the wrong day. Students walked between the buildings, hugging books and folders in front of them. Some stood and chatted in groups."Bloody students," was Wylie's concise summing-up of the situation. "