The favouritist

William spent every penny on books. When he bought his first home, at 36, this meant he had a large library, but not one piece of furniture.

A resourceful man, he saw what must be done. He arranged his books by order of affection, a sinuous line around the empty flat. The unfortunate tomes at the bottom he used for chopping boards; others he piled into tables. A mattress atop three dozen volumes he declared as comfy as an oak bedstead. The rest he stacked into eye-high supports before finally balancing his most treasured books, with exquisite tenderness, on top.

One thought on “The favouritist

  1. Of course, he’s going to regret this when he realises the volume he wants to read in bed is part of the bedstead. Probably in the middle too.

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