really shouldn't be buying books, but went into the used book section of the harvard book store on a forlorn chance anyway. i was hoping that a copy of hermann broch's the sleepwalkers which i passed up one day (to be fair i saw my folly that very night and returned the next day, but it was gone by then) might reappear. although this was indeed wishful thinking, it meant that i was looking on the B shelf where i found the collected short stories of bertolt brecht. simply marvellous. yen i will foist it on you when i get back.