It thus came as no surprise to her to find, cowering in the dark recesses of Mr Timberland's bookshelf, titles such as "Walter's" My Secret Life, in two volumes, The 120 Days of Sodom and Other Writings and Justine, Phlosophy in the Bedroom and Other Writings by the Marquis de Sade.
The Cow raised a bovine eyebrow questioningly. Mr Timberland coughed and spluttered and attempted to pass it off as "a colleague" who had passed them on to him. Carnivorous Cow was not fooled - she often had "colleagues" try to pass things on to her - mostly problems, or work of other descriptions - and knew how quickly one built up a defensive repertoire to counter such moves. She knew they would not be on Mr Timberland's bookshelf without his assent.
Still, she wondered at the colleague discarding them - outgrown? Bored? Graduated to letters of the alphabet beyond O and Catherine M? Where did one go once pain, sufferering and humiliation failed to engage one? Did this mean... the colleague might be preparing for a career beyond UCT?