Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Yesterday we unloaded thirty garbage bags of books into the store, all from a little apartment in Logan Square. Lots of esoteric philosophy, old mysteries, and LOADS of lesbianology, including one on how to cure it. Plus Anita Bryant's sick little screed -with an orange on the cover. Ten Thomas Merton books, George Santayana, bios of P.T. Barnum (1891) and Mary Baker Eddy. Two of Sontag's Metaphor books, and at least one Simone de Beauvoir. Still unpacking, and there's one trip left for the last fifteen bags. I need a massage.
No cat pee, but a few dog chews on the corners. This adds character. And Farley Mowat is in there, too.

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