One of the most amusing things behind the scenes here at The Egotist’s Club – aside from the finger pokes and proddings of “YOU write a new thing! I am too busy!” traded betwixt the muses – are the interesting stats that show up.
We can keep track of which websites somehow lead viewers to us, and other fascinating items that we did not even know that we were curious about. For instance, did you know that the most searched word on our site is “tadpole“? Followed closely by “polliwog” and “bowsprit cracked with ice”? Hmm . . . . what to do with this information?
But at times these detailed statistics can lead me to brave new discoveries! Today’s Adventure in following back links has led us to . . . . .
Ahem. Actually, it led to a beautiful website called The Last Straw of Hope. Which I could pour over for hours.
(Can one ‘pour over’ a website? That verb seems to imply lying on one’s stomach under a table or desk perusing very large books with incredible drawings. Usually involving dragons. The drawings. Not the ‘pouring over’.)
Anyway. My deep and abiding love for gorgeously bound books having been already established, this site must have been made just for me. It is a collection of photos of books, libraries, artwork concerning books, books in piles, books made into works of art, more libraries, libraries with secret doors, bookstores with book-doors, adventures, glory, and BOOKS!
And the occasional detailed instruction as to the best means of approach to a book, such as pictured above. It is like the official naturalist’s narrative; “Crikey! Here we have a real life wild book in its natural environment! Observe how they cluster together near the empty coffee cup . . . these must have been attracted to the abode of the local graduate student!”
The titles of a few of the books pictured are particularly intriguing as well. Is that . . . . . . “One Thousand Thoughts for Funeral Occasions”? (Italics are mine. Just in case you do not see that interesting bit on your own.)
Leaving aside the fact that I had not known the word “funeral” could be an adjective, what sort of saying would be collected for just that type of occasion? And how can there be one thousand of them? My mind . . . . it boggles!
Too. . . many. . . pretty. . . books! Now if I could just find a beautiful copy of “Sylvie and Bruno,” my
life summer would be complete!