On Reading

I am so much wiser for reading; not because I can express myself more accurately, throw more references about me or flaunt my knowledge of obscure authors; because I have, in my short lifetime, known more people than the non-reading will in lives twice, or thrice, the length of mine. There are the acquaintances I would never admit to in public, the childhood friends (C.S. Lewis), the old companions (Dahl), the study groups (Nabokov), the enemies (Rice) and the ones that flutter by - here I shall, when the mood strikes me, insert a reference to lepidoptery - (T.S. Eliot).

If there is one thing I will never stop, it is my reading.

(This is, for the record, what tea, a book and reclining in a good chair does to me after a day of being waylaid by dusty books and dustier-still shelves. (Oh, and "you have been waylaid by enemies and must defend yourself" *g*.))

On Reading

I am so much wiser for reading; not because I can express myself more accurately, throw more references about me or flaunt my knowledge of obscure authors; because I have, in my short lifetime, known more people than the non-reading will in lives twice, or thrice, the length of mine. There are the acquaintances I would never admit to in public, the childhood friends (C.S. Lewis), the old companions (Dahl), the study groups (Nabokov), the enemies (Rice) and the ones that flutter by - here I shall, when the mood strikes me, insert a reference to lepidoptery - (T.S. Eliot).

If there is one thing I will never stop, it is my reading.

(This is, for the record, what tea, a book and reclining in a good chair does to me after a day of being waylaid by dusty books and dustier-still shelves. (Oh, and "you have been waylaid by enemies and must defend yourself" *g*.))