Box your books like a Sister tucking orphans into bed. All musty and rescued. Pounds of outdated references, unnecessary math, forgotten novels, un-preferred translations. Health and child-rearing manuals old enough to be dangerous.

Delicate illustrations, spidery illegible inscriptions. Miles of linotype and fields of three-color printing. Each cardboard-lidded little unit a life, a friend, a discard. Where do your ideas go when you check out?