Sunday, 5 February 2012

Shelf life

It is sad but true, I have only just discovered Foyles books. Spent a lovely afternoon fingering the spines of these beautiful murder mysteries. Fingering spines is another textual/anatomical insertion; where will these meeting points end? Do books have veins? Do they have hands? Or is it their fate to be forever manhandled with no hope of protest or arrest.

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