I have this sweet little old lady who visits several times a month with a green canvas sack containing five or six books to sell. She's engaged in an existential struggle with her husband over the size of his library and always has an anecdote to narrate her latest extractions from their shelves.
"There was this one book, by some author I've never even heard of. Nine hundred pages! And I wanted to get rid of it. So I showed it to him, and he said he no, I couldn't, because he was going to read it."
She leaned in close across the counter and exclaimed sotto voce,
"Bullshit! He's never going to read it!"
I hope she does get it away from him, now I'm curious to see it.