I already knew about that, of course; my brother told me.
But near the bottom of the article comes this paragraph:
The Boston Athenaeum, a private library, has an 1837 copy of George Walton's memoirs bound in his own skin. Walton was a highwayman — a robber who specialized in ambushing travelers — and left the volume to one of his victims.
That's creepy on so many levels.
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