#14: Yah. I had always seen one of my relatives at other relatives' houses. When I got to his house, I looked at the (single) bookshelf, and things became simultaneously very clear and very frightening: every book on the shelf was from the portion of the NYT list that's for young executive males. Every. Single. Book. There was nothing he'd read that made him decide to seek minor works by the same author, nothing he'd just picked up on a whim, nothing that wasn't strictly "correct" for upper-level watercoolers. Terrifying.