Not Until I Came To

Readers, Censors Know, Are Defined By The Books They Read.

I Wanted To Live Among Books.

I Never Talked To Anyone About My Reading; The Need To Share Came Afterwords.

The Readers Who Commited Suicide After Reading 'werther' Were Not Ideal But Merely Sentimental Readers.

If The Library In The Morning Suggests An Echo Of The Severe And Reasonable Wishful Order Of The World, The Library At Night Seems To Rejoice In The World's Essential, Joyful Muddle.