Our main bookshelf is in the downstairs utility hall next to the laundry room, and as I was sitting on the floor this morning sorting out the darks and the lights I saw this particular arrangement of books and was amused at the juxtaposition of the World Masterpieces I collected in college as an English major and Susie Bright’s Sexual State of the Union. I’m thinking that was not accidental.
Also, the Ayn Rand books are from high school when I was young and impressionable and infatuated with a senior who was really into her philosophy at the time. That is my excuse and I’m sticking with it.