I finished this novel a few days ago and toward the end, came across our favorite word: lint!
"He sets his teacup down. 'Well,' he says, picking off an imaginary piece of lint from his trousers, 'I'm in the middle of changing professions. Now that the war is over, there is, happily, less demand for cranial surgery. I'm reading psychiatry, which can't be a complete surprise to you."
I really enjoyed this book about memory loss and women during World War I or The Great War as it was called at the time, having no second world war to begin the numbering scheme.
Oh, I also changed my furnace air filter today, which was full of dust and lint. Do you need to change yours?