"He goes to college / gathers knowledge..."

The other day I walked through a library stack containing some century-old books.  And they smelled nice, "very nize."  There I stood, surrounded by books about early airships, dirigibles, and aeroplanes.  The scent of leather bound covers and the yellowed pages brought back the time Mark and I were in the Egyptian Wing of the British Museum with all those exquisite stone specimens of Ozymandian might.   Thank goodness temptation in the form of a hot scholar did not grace the stacks.  (Yes, I did start humming "Sexy Nerd" to myself....)

And Mark doesn't like the bookshelf in our bedroom.

(On a side note, apparently, old books smell nice because... sometimes they smell nice.  Very nice.)