“A library is a good place to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement and comfort. A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered or undecided, for there, in a book, you may have your question answered. Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people - people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.”
E.B. White


See, guys? Even Popeye enjoyed a manicure every once and a while.


Kookie No. 1, February — April 1962.
I’m three paragraphs in, and I’m finding myself thinking about how this book will probably be on The New York Times 100 Greatest Novels of All Time list in a few years. And people will cry tears of blood just thinking about how they finished it and how they won’t get to read it a first time ever again. They’ll cry for days until their bodies are dry husks in the shape of a Matthew or a Robert or a Tiffany. And people will stand in lines that rival iPad releases for it. AND I’LL BE SO POWERFUL THAT I’LL MAKE SURE THAT STEPHANIE MEYER IS IMPRISONED IN A CELL AT ALCATRAZ THAT HAS GIANT SCREENS ON EVERY WALL THAT PLAY TWILIGHT NONSTOP. AND I WILL ALLOW JK ROWLING TO BE TO BE MY HANDMAID, AND SHE’LL WRITE ME THE HARRY POTTER STORIES I WANT HER TO WRITE, AND SHE’LL DO IT, BECAUSE THAT’S WHY SHE’LL BE ALLOWED TO LIVE.
(Three days later I give up, citing no patience or time.)
College textbook from 1947 I found at the library for a buck. I thought the cover was amazing. The inside says:
“This book has been designed after the Spanish style with reference to traditional Spanish art. The cover is adapted from a twelfth-century silk cloth now in the Victoria and Albert Museum, England.”