Pleasures of the Heart
Description: an elderly book, seemingly indifferently bound, 250 pages of good but old-quality paper. The text is printed in an unknown type and written in a variant of English that seems closest to the 18th Century, albeit one with considerably more Middle-Mongolian loan words. The book is profusely illustrated, in a manner that can only be described as incredibly soothing. For that matter; merely holding the book is a remarkably refreshing and relaxing experience.
Pleasures of the Heart started showing up in the more disreputable London literary circles in the early Edwardian period. Nobody knows where the book came from or who wrote it, which only contributed to its reputation as a — well, it’s complicated. You know how some books corrupt men utterly? Pleasures of the Heart more or less does the opposite.