Yey. I get to subject you guys to another post about something old I found.
On Monday I stood in a friend's office and while I waited for her to finish what she was busy with, I saw a book. The thing was old and gorgeous and shiny and I fell in love with it immediately. So I picked it up, looked at it longingly, flipped through it, and returned it to the shelf.
On Thursday we repeated Monday wherein I waited for her to finish what she was busy with before we go get our first cup of coffee for the day. I once again picked up the book and this time I told her I thought it was absolutely gorgeous. Do you know what she said to me? She said, 'take it'. I was all like 'What? Really?'
Apparently somebody threw away a whole lot of books and our editor saved them all and brought them to work. This book, and a few other, were all that was left after our editorial department went through the lot.
So I laid claim to this 1888 book of poetry in a language I don't understand. And I love it to death.