Still, I felt a little guilty and so hid them on the bookshelf, pulling some older books forward so that while it was obvious that the shelf now contained more books, the logical conclusion would be (and was) that the novels stacked closest to the front where the most recent acquisitions.
C---- wasn’t especially happy that I had bought any new books, regardless of their subject matter, chiding, “You shouldn’t waste so much time with books.”
“Why not?” I asked.
He seemed to consider my question very thoroughly, finally deciding, “It just seems strange for anyone to read that much.”
“Like their thoughts belong only to other people, never themselves?” I pushed.
“I’ve never thought about it that way,” he admitted after another long moment had passed, “But I suppose that’s right. Where did you hear that?”
“Read it in a book,” I smiled. I couldn’t tell by his look whether he was amused or annoyed.
But oh well; some books, as they say, are best left on the shelf.
The light over the kitchen sink is beginning to go out again and I shall have to call maintenance (because it’s too high for me to reach and after all, that’s what they’re paid to do). Something in the wiring itself must be faulty. Florescent bulbs shouldn’t burn out so very quickly.
For those of you who are wondering, alligation is not a type of zoo animal. It is, however, very difficult to explain over the telephone. :)