Ordinarily people went to the library to read the books, but not C-san. Rather, the sole purpose of his daily visits to the open stacks was to satisfy an eccentric fetish of his. C-san was a 'book-sniffer'. Entrenching himself in the cramped narrow spaces between shelves full of rotting texts, C-san relished the faint musky aroma that its withering yellowed pages gave off. Glues, white-outs, and aerosols no longer excited him as they used to do. For him, the virgin scent of a vintage leather-bound first-edition that had never been checked out was far more appealing as it brought him more pleasure than any woman ever could. Running his nose slowly over each book as it lay there helpless on the shelves, C-san's nostrils flared in rhythm as he passionately violated its sanctity with each nasal snort. Like a crack addict with no tomorrow he pranced about the stacks, desperately sniffing away and savoring each passing moment. C-san was in ecstasy.

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