“‘Down there,’ he said, ‘are people who will follow any dragon, worship any god, ignore any iniquity. All out of a kind of humdrum, everyday badness. Not the really high, creative loathesomeness of the great sinners, but a sort of mass-produced darkness of the soul. Sin, you might say, without a trace of originality. They accept evil not because they say yes, but because they don’t say no.”

From Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett

Finished reading Marching Spain by V.S. Pritchett. It’s an enjoyable but overly poetic account of a walk through Spain in 1928. The similes and metaphors are laid on a bit too thick for my taste. I much prefer the similar As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning by Laurie Lee. 📚