…some people might find it creepy that among the books I bought at an estate sale today was The Hour of Our Death, by Philippe Ariès, “a landmark history of Western Man’s changing attitudes toward death — and thus his perceptions of life itself — over the last one thousand years.”

The sale took place in an old church that’s now someone’s (but not the dead man’s) home. It was all books, enough to stock a small leftist store. While we vultures descended on boxes and boxes worth of socialist, communist, and generally anti-establishment literature, in another part of the main hall there was a TV set up.

It was playing a workshop. Given by the dead man. He lectured as we picked over his book collection.

8 Responses to “It occurs to me…”

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    le_film Says:

    I kind of really want to live in a church. I mean, how cool would that be? I would change my name to Quasimodo.

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    quirkybird Says:

    All that was lacking was one of those oil portraits with the eyes that follow you.

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    dirtylibrarian Says:

    I met some folks recently who live in a church…it was out and out awesome!

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    blackberrytart Says:

    What was the video lecture about? Was it directed to those of you at the book sale?

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    thisisnotanlj Says:

    good question. it was a political talk, and (thankfully?) no, it wasn’t specifically addressed to us. (but i have heard of cases where people who know they’re going to die record videos of themselves to be played at their funerals.)

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    anonymous Says:

    Oh, yeah! I heard about that guy… Wasn’t he the one who died of that weird brain virus transmitted by microbes living on the pages of old books? Poor devil spent five weeks screaming in agony.

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    vj_pdx Says:

    Wow, Sara, how wild! Dude, how I wish I was there.

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    anonymous Says:

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