A man bought Gargantua and Pantagruel by Francois Rabelais from me. It was a heavy book, and old. An oblong.
He and his wife and another man stood outside the door on the footpath and looked down at it.
She said, ‘Good heavens, are you going to read that?’
‘He said, ‘It’s very good, it’s funny. It was banned once; in France where it was published in the 16th century. It was banned. Said it was obscene.’
The other man said, ‘Is that the one about the giants?’
‘This is it.’
They walked away.
Now I want a copy.