03-09-2015, 07:11 PM
I was sorting books for a second-hand bookstore in 2002 when I came across this book
that looked like it had gone through a thresher. Its front was torn off along with
a bunch of pages. This is the kind of thing I hated, people dumping their trash
books into the damn boxes along with all their valuable romance and scifi novels.
But when I examined it I found it was a 1991 Compact Edition of the OED!
Holy Dog Fuck! I stole it, it was mine, my precious. Yes, it was missing most
of the A's, but I never liked A-words that much so it was no big loss.
My life changed, every time I read a word I felt compelled to look it up.
'The', why not look up 'The'? Wow!
that looked like it had gone through a thresher. Its front was torn off along with
a bunch of pages. This is the kind of thing I hated, people dumping their trash
books into the damn boxes along with all their valuable romance and scifi novels.
But when I examined it I found it was a 1991 Compact Edition of the OED!
Holy Dog Fuck! I stole it, it was mine, my precious. Yes, it was missing most
of the A's, but I never liked A-words that much so it was no big loss.
My life changed, every time I read a word I felt compelled to look it up.
'The', why not look up 'The'? Wow!
all this useless beauty... but what the hell, why not?