October inspects the estate collection, in a street off Mont
Albert Road. The Eliot and Auden. The Cupitt and Spong. His non-underlined
Gallimards and Livres de Poche. Her English cathedrals and Penguin Classics. Her
shelves of women’s ordination. His complete RLS in the shed. We encounter their
conversations, only now when they’re gone. Words don’t date, books date. Their
Larousse and OED. His thesis on Robbe-Grillet (University of Melbourne). Her
bookmarks when something “cropped up” (tram tickets, hospital menus). Not much
art, you observe. A relationship of ideas, I conjecture. The state trustees want
everything out next week.
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