Or, in modern English (sort of), ‘All things must pass’. The old site of Flinders Books, where once I passed myself off as a bookseller, has reverted to form (after a fashion) from a Bon Bon Bakers to a Book Grocer pop-up. There’s always the bad puns about the Book Grosser, I suppose.
Selfie in situ by a portly bookseller. It was a very cool shop.
After. ‘Oh brave new world, that has such remainders in’t”. Publisher’s leftovers. Next stop, the pulp mill.