A culture of accretion (Also May reading)

It's not just my liking for LOTS that makes me reluctant to pass by a box of books left out on someone's front lawn. It's my liking for presents. Freebies dropping into my path argue a benign universe, or so at least it feels. A useful makeup bag that proves to contain Givenchy 'Delicate Bath Gel' (nothing delicate about it, in fact, but it's real Givenchy); a lovely glass bowl, right size for salads and fruit, with exquisite incising; a comfortable office chair, nothing wrong with it bar a slight tendency to squeak. (And I know the owners, so am satisfied with its health.)
( Still with the Goodwill mindset after all these years )