You would expect a book about body language to have at least one image wouldn’t you? You would think that over the years someone may have doodled little stick-people as aides to the reader but they haven’t and there aren’t.
Reading this tome I’m not too sure whether Chancellor Press were having a massive joke publishing this or whether they were being serious. Either way it’s a wonderful read with choice titbits as
”Quick rubbing [of the hands] indicates a pleasurable sense of satisfaction or expectation, while slow rubbing or wringing of the hands reveals that a ‘con’ is about to be perpetuated”
Just as though we were all Dick Dastardly’s in our own Wacky Races.
So perhaps it’s wise that they didn’t include images because at least it allows me to indulge in the images running through my head.
Morning light on the last day.
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Love it when the summer rain falls in such a way so the Victorian sash window can still be open, letting in the sounds of a warm night x
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