Nothing on God’s earth sadder than the very last day of a three-month-long going out of business sale at Borders. Every image sadder than the last: the empty floor space, the picked shelves, the way that romance novels were left behind as every other genre raptured. Only scattered books, and no two of a kind anymore, except for the exception that proves the rule — Glenn Beck novels and thrillers. Many copies available, even now. The very saddest of the very sad.