An old man came and sat next to the information booth. He was wearing large glasses, connected by a string around his head. He was signing books. There was a young, muscled attendant indicating where he should sign.

The old man smiled at me.

The whole time he was there, I never saw anyone buy any of his books. He was not there very long.

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