Sunday, August 21, 2005
Words
Anatole France, The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard, tr. Lafcadio Hearn:
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And how avoid being excited among all these books which incessantly tempt my curiosity without ever satisfying it? At one moment it is a date I have to look for; at another it is the name of a place I have to make sure of, or some quaint term of which it is important to determine the exact meaning. Words?--why, yes! words. As a philologist, I am their sovereign; they are my subjects, and, like a good king, I devote my whole life to them.
