We ran out of book space again, so I improved the home by installing these shelves in back of my desk:
Points for the big nerds who can pick out the Norton anthologies and the three distinctively colored Bakhtin paperback titles sitting next to each other.
Other than that I am punching the clock like Trollope with his stopwatch.
i can't call either of those, but below the equator and east of the prime meridian, i believe i spy either the brothers karamazov or original meanings.
Hmm, these are just the lit crit shelves. Are you looking at Wayne Booth's Rhetoric of Fiction with its handsome orange-pink stripe? It happens to all of us.