Clarence


Clarence


Clarence, our water buffalo, has kept a beady eye over the bookshop for many a long year. It is rumoured that his entire body is the other side of the wall. It is also rumoured that he was smuggled into Scotland by a Victorian man wearing tweed and sporting a dubious moustache. The tales are endless. All we know for sure is that he was rescued from a Leith lane sale by Bert and is now our mascot and resident philosopher. If Clarence could speak he would say:

‘Being shot and stuffed was not the afterlife I’d hoped for. It seems to be going on for rather a long time.’


‘Don’t you dare use my horns to hang bags on.’

‘This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel and a barbaric ritual to those who have been on the wrong end of a shot gun.’

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