Which literature do you happen to have on hand, right now, for reading while attending to your excretory necessities? This is a snapshot of what I happened find accumulated in my bathroom today:
Cirlot, J. E. A Dictionary of Symbols.
Corbridge-Patkaniowska, M. Polish (Teach Yourself Books).
Eliade, Mircea. Shamanism: Archaic Techniques of Ecstasy.
Mitton, Jacqueline. A Concise Dictionary of Astronomy.
O’Flaherty, Wendy Doniger. Dreams, Illusion and Other Realities.
Raun, Alo, et al. “Languages of the World: Boreo-Oriental Fascicle One.” Anthropological Linguistics Vol. 1, No. 1 (January 1965).
I’m going to reshelve these now. Maybe a couple months from now I’ll check back in with a different assemblage of books.
I have every one of “Uncle John’s” Bathroom Readers. They will be the cause of my hemmorhoids later in life. Also, assorted work related journals, Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire, John Grisham’s The Summons , as well as a Ross-Simons catalog. And the ingredients list on a shampoo bottle.
I have two of Scott Adams’ Dilbert Books, "Shave the Whales"and another whose name escapes me but could possibly be “It’s obvious you won’t survive by your wits alone”. There is also a brochure from Trek America advertising holidays I don’t plan to actually go on. There is a brochure from my credit card provider describing awards that I qualify for … most of which are of no use to me LOL Every day I sit there and think… I really need to update this collection of toilet-reading material. Yet do I update it? No. I’m such a lazy git!
Great, I get to post my anti-bathroom reading rant all over again, TO WHIT:
It smells. The seat is not particularly comfortable. The light is not the best.
Go in, drop your pants. Sit down, do whatever it is you have to do. Clean yourself up, wash your hands. Then, go find a nice comfy chair, with a good light, in a room that doesn’t smell like shit, and read to your hearts content.