That wasn't necessarily so back in the 80s when grad students and scientists were running the table, but now we have stuff like this.
My books are a subject of much discussion. They pour from shelves onto tables, chairs and the floor, and Chaz observes that I haven't read many of them and I never will. You just never know. One day I may -- need is the word I use -- to read Finnegans Wake, the Icelandic sagas, Churchill's history of the Second World War, the complete Tintin in French, 47 novels by Simenon, and By Love Possessed. [...]Yeah man. Of course, the titles are different, and I don't have a Chaz in my life at the moment, but the core is on the money.
Like an alcoholic trying to walk past a bar, you should see me trying to walk past a used book store.
And yet, I know that the article starts off with "One afternoon in Cape Town I sat in my little room at University House and took inventory. This must have been in June, winter in the southern hemisphere, and it had been raining steadily for most of a week." Is that my life, too? Not even close. Keep in mind this is a theory that's still in development.