One man has chosen Journal to the Hebrides by James Boswell, a Folio edition, slipcased and it is very nice. He is pleased with it and pulls out the book to show me that it is still unread. He says that he always liked Boswell. He has a book on Chinese art and one of the journals of Anais Nin. He stacks them up and says; I always find something. When he talks he is always looking at other books, just in case there is one that needs him. Then he laughs out loud and says, I should bloody just go but you know…. then he said: nothing belongs to us, does it, nothing really does. We just interact with it and then we move on and all this just stays here. We don’t even own anything. Then he went out into the outside bright and he was reading the Anais Nin paperback as he walked up the road.
Image from the Marlborough Gallery, New York
The Book Keeper Book Shop 
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Oh wow, thank you, I only just got this message!
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You’re welcome 😉
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We come into the world with nothing and we leave with nothing – its what we do with the time between that counts.
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Oh that is so, so true !!!
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It’s a funny old thing is life. I’m just going to have to be immortal though. No choice really. Got too much to do…and too much to read to give it all up for little luxuries like death.
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“…luxuries like death…” so true!
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