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A bang, not a whimper
Two months into L.'s retirement, and I'm finished with the stockpiling of books. No more book purchases! Or at least, no purcha...
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Lou wondered where his information would go when he died. Would filaments of learning plant patterns on earth? Would his brain train the sin...
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(See also Musee des Beaux Arts ) As far as mental anguish goes, the old painters were no fools. They understood how the mind, the freakiest ...
I love this! I could never afford it and would not have anywhere to put it, but I think it is fun all the same!
ReplyDeleteMy kind of guy! Wonder if he's available for a date? Sharon
ReplyDeleteHe's the kind of guy you can read like a book.
ReplyDeleteI think this is kind of sinister. I am especially creeped by the photo of him leaning against the mantel like he's challenging you to come get your books out of his stomach.
ReplyDeleteMaybe he doesn't want to spill his guts.
ReplyDeleteI don't know which is funnier, the bookman or the bad jokes :)
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