Saturday, September 17, 2005
The City of Books
Anatole France, The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard, tr. Lafcadio Hearn:
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I have picked up a book at random from the nearest shelf; I open it, and I enter respectfully into the middle of a drama of Sophocles. The older I grow, the more I learn to love the two civilisations of the antique world; and now I always keep the poets of Italy and of Greece on a shelf within easy reach of my arm in the City of Books.
