I think I spend too much time in Chapters. But in the used section upstairs every day one of my favorite books is propped up on a shelf. I'd like to think its the guy at the information desk, kindly placing these books out for me since we hang out pretty much everyday, of course while he is on the clock and I am looking for some book for a class. I always wonder what his life is like outside of the bookstore, and when does he actually have time to read since he is always in there. But god damn he pretty much knows all existing books, and gives me recommendations every day. I would like to call him my best friend.
"Yes, but you know I haven't any children. Besides I am a foreigner. I have no intention of dying here."
"Mr. Barlow, you are afraid of death."
"No, I assure you."
"It is a natural instinct, Mr. Barlow, to shrink from the unknown. But if discussed openly and frankly you remove morbid reflections. That is one of the things the psycho-analysts have taught us. Bring your dark fears into the light of the common day of the common man, Mr. Barlow. Realize that death is not a private tragedy of your own but the general lot of man."
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