This is so adorable I can’t even. What a sweet, generous gesture.

Let’s roll.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I am 100% giving the Duchess of Sussex props for getting down to the dog’s level (and, presumably, up again) while wearing heels and while six months pregnant. This speaks to not only a deep love of dogs but, clearly, to a great set of quadriceps.

If I want Victorian ribaldry, give me a Harry Flashman book any day of the week

Walter is a bewilderingly successful jerk, but the little details - the description of clothing, social strictures and structures, the engineering of his “secret life” &c. &c. make it worth having around for reference purposes. Walter himself deserved every case of the clap he got, though.

BWA HA HA HA!

I bought mine at a university book sale, where the sorters had thrown it, all unknowing, into Popular Fiction. (There was an erotica section at the book sale but the sorters hadn’t been too diligent.)  I felt I had achieved a great coup as I only paid 75c for my copy.

She just gave me a look and dropped it like it was on fire.

I can vouch for Fanny Hill, with its rollicking eighteenth-century sensibility, being a much better read than the later but better-known My Secret Life (1888), written by “Walter”. Walter is a jerk, but the book (I have a condensed modern printing) does provide some insight into the seamy underbelly of Victorian…

Kelly, I have been thinking the exact same thing.

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This is an entirely sensible way to do things.

We do that here, in a small way.  Alas the funds raised are small too.

Oh, it absolutely depends on the field, of course. I’m glad you were able to recoup some funds from that (and after 10 years that really is something of a coup).

Ah, spoken as a fellow librarian! I thank you.

Are they textbooks, more than five years old? Throw them away. Put them in the recycling bin. Textbooks over a certain age have a poor ROI in the book world.

I once went past a store in Toronto that was displaying (for some reason lost in the mists of time) a pair of jeans formerly owned by the late and grievously lamented former Leaf Peter Zezel. I am not what you would call a little lady, yet I could have easily fit into one leg of those jeans and had fabric left over…

Heh, I wish I could be there when this happens.

That is a more civil method, yes. Being told to smile is not a compliment. It’s an order.