In the mood of celebrating good health after coming from our once-every-five-year’s-visit to the doctor, and having broken the tribulation period of 24 hours without coffee at the excellent out-of-the-way coffee place with no tables or marketing or anything, we went to the bookstore. It was almost $50 I put down at there this morning. Besides the Virgil tweeted, I found some David Jones. There were two books, and I passed up the $20 to get the $5 one, as the cheaper still had more of what I wanted. David Jones is hard to find–try finding his Anathemata. What I got has bits of the Anathemata, besides other stuff–like collecting dust and broken sections of that thing I continue to pursue.