Signs at a book store indicated most titles were reduced by 50%, as the shop was clearing space for upcoming renovations.
I browsed and found a companion book to a volume I own called The Spirit of the Chinese Character, entitled The Nature of the Chinese Character. I was about to open it when I spotted the antennae.
Someone had crushed a small cockroach to death between the front cover of the book and its pages. The roach's head was poking out; had it not been dead, it would have looked as though it lived there and was sitting up to take a peek at the goings on outside.
I brought the book to the store cashier and pointed out the deceased insect, to which she reacted with disgust. The smartass in me was tempted to ask her if the cockroach was a bonus, but instead I kept my mouth shut as she winced and reached for a tissue.
I hope they didn't put the book back on the shelf after I left.
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