I've been here ten years. Okay... not ten years... nine years, eleven months and about thirty-six hours. In that time, 21,411 people have come to the BSB professing the unbridled desire to be booksellers. They come from the corners of the country, from the cities and the farms - 28,446 of them in ten years - with the burning desire to be booksellers. We see them here every day; they drive to the BSB with all they own in hundred dollar cars, with their hopes and dreams rattling around in a brown paper keyboard. The faces are new each day, but the stories are always the same - 33,508 stories - all different, but all the same. Cowboys, drunks, Christians, Catholic and squirrels - 36,988 of them - all wanting the same thing.
In those ten years - of those nearly 41,000 posters, only two have become booksellers - Melanie and lyceumdreams (whose name we still don't know, despire his having been here 24 hours a day for several decades). Two, out of more than fifty thousand. We are abject failures.