Saturday, February 02, 2019
Books in the House
A.L. Rowse (1903-1997), A Cornish Childhood (London: Jonathan Cape, 1942), pp. 53-54:
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I doubt if my parents had so much as heard the name of Shakespeare; nor were there any books in our house. (If you were to look at the present state of affairs, either at home or in my rooms at Oxford, a study full of books, two book-rooms, books in the bedrooms, books on the stairs, books on the floor, everywhere, even in the pantry, you would see that I have subsequently rather rectified this — perhaps over-compensated it, as the psychologists say.)
