Reflections on the Sacredness of Reading
An old friend whispers in my ear, "Of making many books there is no end, and much study wearies the body." I try to tell him that it cuts both ways, but I don't think that he's listening.
An old friend whispers in my ear, "Of making many books there is no end, and much study wearies the body." I try to tell him that it cuts both ways, but I don't think that he's listening.