Euripides Is The Bomb
Last Sunday, I attended the Oakland Museum’s White Elephant Sale. It takes place in a massive warehouse filled with used knick-knacks. I immediately headed to the book section. It was the last day of the sale: the whole thing was due to close down in about four hours. The professional book-resalers, those guys with barcode scanners that connect to price…
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