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eight stack
After an awesome French reading class today I was struck with frittering anxiety gathering speed so I walked in the hot heat, got a smoothie 10ยข short from a truck on University and set to combing the stacks outside the Strand. Sometimes, like today, the dollar racks are a blessing from the city/universe/Gods. I scored:
-A three-inch wide book called The History of Tom Jones, A Foundling with illustration plates, a gift for Taylor.
-Escoffier's Ma Cuisine, in English malheureusement.
-The Kybalion, a little blue hardback book of soi-disant Hermetic philosophy
-Woman Who Glows in the Dark, about curanderismo
-The Quantum Gods, a real black occult paperback from Weiser
-Paul Auster's City of Glass, which the guy inside congratulated me on
-A dark little gastronomical novel called The Debt to Pleasure with a cut-out on the jacket framing a picture of a peach
-And oh, maybe the best for last, Kazantzakis' The Saviors of God: Spiritual Exercises
-A three-inch wide book called The History of Tom Jones, A Foundling with illustration plates, a gift for Taylor.
-Escoffier's Ma Cuisine, in English malheureusement.
-The Kybalion, a little blue hardback book of soi-disant Hermetic philosophy
-Woman Who Glows in the Dark, about curanderismo
-The Quantum Gods, a real black occult paperback from Weiser
-Paul Auster's City of Glass, which the guy inside congratulated me on
-A dark little gastronomical novel called The Debt to Pleasure with a cut-out on the jacket framing a picture of a peach
-And oh, maybe the best for last, Kazantzakis' The Saviors of God: Spiritual Exercises