Books, books, books, books, books. Books! AsÂ far as the eye can see.Â I step off the escalator into an orgy of books. A Caligula-number of books.Â Just an absolute shitload of books, free!, waiting to beÂ devoured. Gene Simmons and Wilt Chamberlin combined didn’t have as many groupies as I, a literary nobody, now have books!
Remember Scrooge McDuck from the cartoons? Swimming around in his ocean of gold? I could do that right now. Just bathe in books.
In the back of my mind, I hear my mother’s warnings about over-indulgence from Halloween’s long ago. But fuck that, man, there’s free books to be had!
I stride into theÂ wavesÂ of pagesÂ and my mother’s trepidations are drowned out in my head by aÂ man’s voice, deeper and cautioning while at the same time encouraging.Â IÂ size up aÂ stack of books that reaches my waist and hearÂ Chief Brody say to me, “You’re gonna need a bigger boat.”Â