Library Furniture
It sort of stands on its own, I think.
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posted by fusenumber8 @ 12:21 AM
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Wednesday, June 06, 2007
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6 Comments:
Somewhat like the readable clothing in Un Lun Dun.
I would surely snuggle down with the letters from Octavian. Perhaps not the more gruesome bits, but I could fall asleep with Evidence and Fruition.
I'd thought I'd put my book under my pillow and night once it came out. But this is even better!
Hmmm, The Love Curse of the Rumbaughs? Really? Well, that is creepy. How about lovely poems for sleep on the sheet.
Maybe How to Steal a Dog cover? Wouldn't be that much different from the little beggar who wants me to wake up each day!
How about some Proust:
For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I had put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say "I’m going to sleep.” For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I had put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say "I’m going to sleep.” And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book which, I imagined, was still in my hands, and to blow out the light; I had been thinking all the time, while I was asleep, of what I had just been reading, but my thoughts had run into a channel of their own, until I myself seemed actually to have become the subject of my book....
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