I Shouldn’t Relate to Costanza
I have basically unpacked everything, but I’m missing a couple of books. I can’t find them anywhere and its driving me nuts. I was up at 7 AM looking for them, and now my room is a giant pile of mess.
JERRY: So forget about the books. Did you read them?
GEORGE: Well, yeah.
JERRY: What do you need them for?
GEORGE: I don’t know. They’re books.
JERRY: What is this obsession people have with books? They put them in their houses like they’re trophies. What do you need it for after you read it?
GEORGE: They’re my books.
I *may* have given them away at some point.
JERRY: “Books, books, I need my books.” Have you re-read those books yet, by the way? You know the great thing? When you read Moby Dick the second time, Ahab and the whale become good friends.
