Today I was looking for my Quran, and came across my Tao Te Ching, in which I found a love note from Wyatt circa 2002, and in my Analects of Confucious I found a picture of my darling room-mate, Amanda Sue, whom I haven’t seen since circa 2003. I put things in my books. And I love finding them later. Once I found a $50 in my Complete Works of Shakespeare (I have multiple copies, thus I hadn’t opened that particular copy in several years).
I didn’t find my Quran (at least not the one in English). But when I do I intend to write an entire treatise on the mistreatment of the Islamic religion in American politics. Am I a nerd?