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As a refined man of letters, I often find myself in search of timeless truths in the written form. Over the years, I have discovered many inspiring and exalted works of literature, history, and sci-fi erotica. I will never forget the day I opened American po-mo visionary Tim Jackson’s Choking Bones or discovered the refined English faggery of Lord Huffington Wharburton’s 1875 classic, Manour Bournee. I find these outstanding articulations shed much intellectual and chick-scoring light into the great glory hole of our modern predicament. I can safely say, I wouldn’t be the man I am today if it wasn’t for Euginas Intergalactic Sex Slavery.

But for every cutting-edge book about the unforeseeable friendship and star-crossed love affair between a Jewish idiot savant and a Palestinian artist tormented by her fundamentalist father, there is always some pedestrian, non-cutting edge claptrap. This unfortunately leads to an overabundance of books and, if one is married to a philistine, a demand that some of them are sold to the book purveyors of north Clark Street.

Book Purveryor: You’re going to have to check your bag.
Working Boy: Actually, I’m her to sell you some really awesome books.
B.P: Are they history and philosophy? We only deal in history and philosophy.
W.B: Is that code for old Hustlers and nudie pulps from the 50's?
B.P: Yes.
W.B: Well, then I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

(B.P. peers into moldy CMRS canvas bag)

B.P: What is this crap? (Pulls out first book)
W.B: That just came out on FC2 this year. It’s all the rage in graduate seminars taught by the author.
B.P: I’ll give you ten cents for it.
W.B: Sold!
B.P: Hey Mooney (throws book to Mooeny) file it in Po-Mo.
Mooney: You got it.
W.B: You have a Po-Mo section?
B.P: No, (takes out another book). Nobody reads this guy anymore.
W.B: Well, it’s their loss, his “Tick Monologues” was powerful stuff. Really visceral. In fact, I don’t think I can really part-
B.P: I’ll give 15 cents.
W.B: Sold!
B.P: Mooney, here’s one for wildlife.
M: Wildlife. You got it.
W.B: But the book’s about a hypnotized, lesbian vampire’s battle for self-discovery. Its comma usage is revolutionary.
B.P: Hypnotized lesbian vampire?! Why didn’t you say so?! Mooney, put that one in the glass, bullet proof case in the window with a post-it saying: Blood Curdling Tale of Insatiable Lesbo-Vampire Salaciousness!!
W.P: Hey, these books are important to me and you’re trying to pass them off as base titillaters.
B.P: Hey Mooney, we got a real expert in our midst today. Says we shouldn’t sell his books likes their nudie pulps?
M: What an idiot.
B.P: That’s what I said. Hey let’s close early and go get oil massages down on Archer.
M: You got it boss.
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W.B: Can I come?
B.P: No.