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Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in read more
Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in my father's name;
Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and out
Among the giant fossils of my past,
Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs
Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first. And how I felt it beat
Under my pillow, in the morning's dark,
An hour before the sun would let me read!
My books!
At last, because the time was ripe,
I chanced upon the poets.
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.
The proper study of mankind is books.
The proper study of mankind is books.
My test of a good novel is dreading to begin the last chapter.
My test of a good novel is dreading to begin the last chapter.
The covers of this book are too far apart.
The covers of this book are too far apart.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Books are a finer world within the world.
My books are water; those of the great geniuses are wine--everybody drinks water.
My books are water; those of the great geniuses are wine--everybody drinks water.
All books grow homilies by time; they are
Temples, at once, and Landmarks.
All books grow homilies by time; they are
Temples, at once, and Landmarks.
