Friday, October 11, 2013
I sometimes wish for a catalogue of lounging books—books that one takes up in the gout, low spirits, ennui, or when one is waiting for company. Some novels, gay poetry, odd whimsical authors, as Rabelais, &c. &c. A catalogue raisonné of such might be itself a good lounging book. I cannot read mere catalogues of books; they give me no ideas.
I changed the grave accent to an acute accent and fixed the gender (catalogue in French is masculine), as others who quote this passage do.