Naked books and clothed ones.

With spring approaching (tell the weather in Virginia that, it doesn't know) I thought I'd do a little spring cleaning. In my cleaning, I stumbled upon a shelf full of the innards of books, naked ones if you will, and found them quite funny. I wondered what someone who didn't know me and my habit of buying mass amounts of used books and systematically dismantling them would say about all these unclothed book insides.

Don't worry, all you proper members of society and intellectuals, I've got plenty of properly clothed books as well.