Why the hell did I buy that?
That was eight or nine years ago, and I still have the book. It's sitting on a shelf between "Writing With A Purpose", 1957, and "A Textbook of Entomology", 1956. Those things I have, but after all this time I still don't own a candelabra.
The same way I collect old books I don't need, I collect hobbies. Collage, knitting, woodworking, calligraphy, colorful cube-shaped puzzles, the list goes on and on. I learn as much as possible about something, do it obsessively, and end up putting it on a shelf when something else exciting comes along. There's ALWAYS something exciting me.