For those who regard themselves as having taste, a secret part of the soul imagines that one day, after we die, all our precious objects will be assembled to be admired.
The art, the tchotchkes, the books, the adornments, the lucky charms from travels abroad and the special serving dishes that each have a story – perhaps people will gaze upon all of them and think, "What a collection! What a beautiful mind! A wonderful life!”
