Today was one of those days I should have exerted willpower...I should have stayed home and, I don't know, washed my hair or something. Or read a book or prepare a class...or sleep. Anything really.
But no, having seen the ad for a big secondhand book sale a bit further up the train line, well, nothing, no-one, ever successfully stops an academic, particularly this secondhand book hunting-loving book tragic, from going into a book sale. (*declaration: I even once worked in a secondhand bookshop*)
There are treasures to be found.
And who know what you'll find that will give that little extra 'something' to some existing or future research project. It is work really. Part of the research detective work. Yes, work, that's how I justify it.
So off I went.
And I returned, eventually. I thought I showed restraint, just
|The view from the eighth floor venue|
|sets of books|
|The venue at ground floor level|
|A moment for reflection|
|The haul: history, feminism, philosophy, whaling, politics|
...and an interesting exposition on what makes a person choose the musical instrument they do
Thing is, the tables were arranged by bookshop, rather than subject (like, say, our massive Lifeline book sales at home), so really, one will have to go again to search again. And again.
Luckily for tragics, they do this four times a year...
I'll be back.
[Camera : Lumix TZ-85, 5.22pm-5.34pm; 11 September 2016]