There are days when I wonder why I'm spending such a large chunk of my short life in a job that pays so little. But apart from the obvious reasons, there are books like these that make it all worthwhile:
Somebody found it this morning, while they were unloading a delivery of dusty crates in the warehouse. It doesn't look much on the outside and at first glance, the inside isn't particularly promising:
It's an old Bible. We get hundreds of them every month and they're rarely worth any money, even if they're two hundred years old. But as soon as I started reading the text, I knew that there was something special about this book. Then I found this:
I have never held a book that's 420 years old before. Everyone in the office had a David Attenborough moment, talking in hushed voices, as if a normal volume would cause the pages to turn to dust.
It even has music (or should that be sweete musick?):
And in another section, published the following year, there's one of several beautiful woodcuts:
I might work too many hours and the money is dreadful, but I would be loath to turn my back on a job that provides moments like these.