Behold a Pale Horse

I was in Avilés over the weekend, at the very welcoming if poorly remunerated SELIN. In one of my rare half-hours off, guided by my infallible nose, I found the one second-hand bookshop in the town. This was the result: the film tie-in edition of one of Emeric Pressburger's two novels, originally called Killing a Mouse on Sunday (1961). I hope it is not too much of an insult to say that after I read it, my greatest desire was to see The Red Shoes again. Cobbler, stick to your last!