Our bookcases always seem to elicit a response from visitors, particularly non-readers. We don't have books because we want to seem uppity and pretentious, but because they are such good company. I could never be bored with so much reading material, containing such a variety of subjects. And it's all right here in my home. And not all books contain stories. I can look at great paintings I'll never see in person. There is medical information, and books full of words to sustain me spiritually. Poetry and books to enhance my appreciation of said poetry. Books about crows, horses, writing, and quite a few about how to manage the blasted computer. If I can't get out into nature, I can wander somewhere desolate, full of natural wonders, as I sit and drink my coffee.
"These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves. From each of them goes out its own voice, as inaudible as the streams of sound conveyed day and night by electric waves beyond the range of our physical hearing; and just as the touch of a button on our set will fill the room with music, so by taking down one of these volumes and opening it, one can call into range the far distant voice in time and space, and hear it speaking to us, mind to mind, heart to heart."
Written by Gilbert Highet
"These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves. From each of them goes out its own voice, as inaudible as the streams of sound conveyed day and night by electric waves beyond the range of our physical hearing; and just as the touch of a button on our set will fill the room with music, so by taking down one of these volumes and opening it, one can call into range the far distant voice in time and space, and hear it speaking to us, mind to mind, heart to heart."
Written by Gilbert Highet
