|Little Brown Dictionary|
"When he appeared before my eyes and started to talk to me, the only option I had was to politely smile. I dug out of my bag my slightly worn brown dictionary, that I bought at used book store at University District in Seattle, and had my “conversation”: I would point the word, then I asked the person to show me his word(s). Yes, it was sloooow moving dialogue. Then my friend came to the rescue and translated what the person wanted to know about me. We were laughing, we had a good time."
This excerpt is from my post on Fear of Writing.
The picture above is that very same little brown dictionary.