I have 18 books sitting on my desk right now. Some of them I need, but what are the rest of them doing here?

This morning, I translated into English a brief epigraph from an obscure collection of Finnish poetry and sent it by e-mail to someone who might use it in his book on the history of a certain strand of terrorism, starting from a famous arsonist in ancient Greece. This sentence carries one of the oddest messages I've ever put into words. 06:19