“Let me provisionally say that we knew each other nineteen years, seven months, and around fifteen days when he passed away so tragically. I have kept careful records my whole life. The only data I won’t be able to record is the exact time of my own death, unless I commit suicide, which I have no plans to do. But my lawyer has instructions to burn all my notebooks when I die. They are of value only to me, not anyone else.”
Wallander was starting to sense that Sundelius was one of those people who did not get enough chances to talk to others.
(from One Step Behind by Henning Mankell)
9*/10. The complete review is here.