Regret in the shelves?

Pancho peered at the single shelf of the wall cabinet and read the word “Will to Die” along the rib of a book. He took out the think brown book and on the cover was a portrait of a man in a white suit and cap with a ghostlike expression on his face. It was an oil painting with blurry colors like the one of the vampire by Munsch. He read the back and found out it was a collection of writings – fiction and non – on Johannesburg townships of the 1950s and how they were places of splendor for the writer. He was about to start reading when a hot regret caught him. Yes he peered along the shelves and saw how the books were slanted, not tightly packed as that of shelf filled to capacity. Why oh why did he not bring back those booklets on the United Nations and Namibia and even a book by Andrei Urnov “South Africa against Africa” , these cold war publications that allowed him to write his history internal assessment on the contact group. Did anyone collect them after my leave of Italy? And in the US, why did he not bring back that ethnography of Mama Lola A Vodoo Priestess in Brooklyn? He paced up and down, with the heat on his chest regret closing in on his heart. Then he stopped. He thought a bit and went to his room where he took the Ethnography “Will to Live” and “The Origin of the Species”. The former he read entirely and reread parts of it – captivates him still. The latter he read snipits, but he wanted it when he was 16 since he knew how much controversy it caused in cold Europe of 1859.
So that is that.
That is that indeed.