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I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

Eastern Shore entrance on the old Hobart Bridge . Rose Bay. December 2012. What's to Become of the Boy: Or, Something to Do with Books , Heinrich Böll: A brief memoir of a boy's life in Köln in the years immediately following the Nazi seizure of power. An interesting angle of the coming of age tale. B . The Stranger , Albert Camus: It's hard to believe that I've managed to avoid the classic exemplar of the existential novel this long. I feel silly about doing so. A+ . End of a Mission , Heinrich Böll: Extremely funny, in a quiet, dry sense. As usual with Böll, a fantastic tale with fully realised characters. I loved it. A- .

Power is not sufficient evidence of truth.

As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... Vintage Ads for Libraries and Reading . 10 Things Garry Winogrand Can Teach You About Street Photography. Top 10 foods nutritionists won't feed their kids . Should We Tax People for Being Annoying? Tony Abbott: a confused, conservative sexist, but not a misogynist .

The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

WHO IS THAT TRIP-TRAPPING ON MY BRIDGE?!?!

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

Henry considers possible birthday presents for tomorrow's bug event...

There are good and bad times, but our mood changes more often than our fortune.

Here are Henry and Jen up on the bridge of a bloody great oil tanker. Perhaps some helpful commenter could tell us the precise name of the ship in question.