I’ve been reading Lawrence Wright’s Going Clear, a history of Scientology:
Every church or mission maintains an office for the day Hubbard returns. A pen and a yellow legal pad await him at each of his desks. His personal bathrooms have toothbrushes and identical sets of Thom McAn sandals beside the shower. On Gold Base, his modest original house was razed and replaced with a $10 million mansion. A full-time staff attends the empty residence, regularly laundering the founder’s clothes and keeping the house ready for his white-glove inspection. His vehicles are still in the garage, gassed up, with the keys in the ignition. On his nightstand is a Louis L’Amour novel, with a bookmark placed midway through. The dining table is set for one.
Meanwhile, in Wellington, the VUW library has an impressive collection of Hubbard’s books, all hardback with high quality paper and glossy full-color prints. I assume they were donated by the Church of Scientology. Each book has many small cards tucked inside it in between the pages urging the reader to contact the Church directly. I’m guessing a member of the Church pops in from time to time to replace them.