I'm reading this psycho-analytical interpretation of Poe's life and works right now for a paper. That book was printed in 1949 and it's kept in the deep recesses of the belly of the main library until someone crazy comes and needs it, so of course it's dusty as hell. And I can't read it. I open it and immediately start sneezing... and my lungs tickle. XD
So, yeah, that's my exciting tidbit for the week. What's up?