Monday, September 13, 2004


Happiness and Joy

Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit (1844), chapter 5:
But what were even gold and silver, precious stones and clockwork, to the bookshops, whence a pleasant smell of paper freshly pressed came issuing forth, awakening instant recollections of some new grammar had at school, long time ago, with "Master Pinch, Grove House Academy," inscribed in faultless writing on the fly-leaf! That whiff of russia leather, too, and all those rows on rows of volumes neatly ranged within -- what happiness did they suggest!
George Gissing, The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft (1903), Spring XVII:
It is a joy to go through booksellers' catalogues, ticking here and there a possible purchase.

<< Home
Newer›  ‹Older

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?