At a second-hand book sale I went to last weekend, everything was beautifully organised into categories like Cooking, Religion, Children, Science, Classics. They even had a section just for books published by Penguin.
Overheard:
Lad #1: They have a whole section on penguins?!
Lad #2: ...
Lad #1 appeared to be a native Palmerstonian perhaps enrolled in his first year as a drama or philosophy major at Victoria, suitably dressed to peruse the dusty classics on a rainy morning in purposefully beat-up Vans, brown satchel and dark-framed spectacles.
It was all very poetic. And now I'm off home to eat the donuts.
