I Suppose You Set Up Reading The

Razzy Was Insulting Me Silently Somehow.

I Think Its A Sickness To Grieve Too Much For Those Who Never Cared A Fig For You.

A Bookman’s Love Of Books Is A Love Of Books, Not Merely Of The Information In Them.

Certainly On The Vast Windy Plain, There Was Plenty Of Nothing To Be Looked At.

Books Can Accommodate The Proximity Of Computers But It Doesn't Seem To Work The Other Way Around. Computers Now Literally Drive Out Books From The Place That Should, By Definition, Be Books' Own Home: The Library.