When I moved three years ago, I cursed my stupidity for having piled up box after box of catalogs going back to their earliest days. During the several hours it took me to haul them one at a time--there might have been a hundred boxes, each weighing at least fifty pounds--from my basement up to the curb for what I prayed would be a recycling pickup (can you imagine the reaction of the garbage guys!), I seriously wondered if this folly might not be the death of me. Since I did survive that ordeal, however, I am here to say that they truly are beautiful things and will undoubtedly be collectors items themselves eventually, when enough of us have almost killed ourselves getting rid of them.
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