thrift
The local thrift store has been a surprisingly fruitful source of reading material this past year. The shop in town has produced d’Alembert and multiple volumes of Quine, while the shop at the mountain has yielded treasures such as a lightly pruned edition of John Dundas Cochrane’s A pedestrian journey through Russia and Siberian Tartary, to the frontiers of China, the Frozen Sea, and Kamtchatka, as well as other extracts from the Folio Society and several mass market murder mysteries. Of course most of these volumes do not fit in my current reading plans (given the haphazard nature of the thrift store selection and the equally haphazard nature of my reading projects), but I jam them onto the shelves, preserving them in the library of the moment, and hope to remember them eventually.
I got there with d’Alembert, after all, so there is some hope for the little grey cells.