Okay, not to be morbid, but this is a hoot. Now I have a plan for rebinding my collected works after I am gone (note to self: rewrite will, inform sons). So much better than a jar of ashes.
The book’s 794th and final page includes an inscription in purple cursive: ‘the bynding of this booke is all that remains of my dear friende Jonas Wright, who was flayed alive by the Wavuma on the Fourth Day of August, 1632. King Mbesa did give me the book, it being one of poore Jonas chiefe possessions, together with ample of his skin to bynd it. Requiescat in pace.’
via Harvard discovers three of its library books are bound in human flesh | Roadtrippers.
Reach out and touch someone, indeed – poore Jonas would surely agree on the importance of the “after” to “I am gone.”
*practises purple cursive*
Reading this was quite the morning pick-me-up. I’ve been denied caffeine today for a medical test, but the ever helpful Numero Cinq races to the rescue. Who needs espresso when NC is ready to jolt you awake with tales of ….what? Not quite horror, more like disgust, with a dose of Oh-my-God. Thank you for this. Wide awake now. What a facile Web site.