![]() Even the title is boring: Discourses on Livy. This more obscure volume consists of 142 chapters of five-hundred-year-old musings and analysis on the works of a Roman historian two thousand years deceased. ![]() ![]() It is not The Prince, which many people-rich and ordinary alike-pretend to have read, though it is by the same author, Niccolò Machiavelli. If you look closely, on the shelf closest to the chef’s kitchen and the arched windows that look out over Union Square Park, there is a small white-spined edition of a book by a sixteenth-century political theorist and Florentine diplomat, worn from use. Colorful paperbacks and ancient hardcovers about economics, chess, history, and politics fill sets of small, modern shelves in the corners and against the walls. They lie in neatly arranged stacks of different heights on nearly every table. There are no grand, towering bookcases befitting a billionaire in the New York City apartment of Peter Thiel, yet the space is defined by books. ![]()
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