But I'm Crazy. I Swear To God

The More Expensive A School Is, The More Crooks It Has — I'm Not Kidding.

The Rest, With Very Little Exaggeration, Was Books. Meant-to-be-picked-up Books. Permanently-left-behind Books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with Books. But Books, Books. Tall Cases Lined Three Walls Of The Room, Filled To And Beyond Capacity. The Overflow Had Been Piled In Stacks On The Floor. There Was Little Space Left For Walking, And None Whatever For Pacing.

God, How I Still Love Private Readers. It’s What We All Used To Be.

If A Body Catch A Body Coming Through The Rye.

Were Most Of Your Stars Out? Were You Busy Writing Your Heart Out?