I used to dream of having a big library, with the roller ladder and all.
I'd wear a tweed jacket with the leather elbow patches.
Peruse ancient tomes.
Big overstuffed arm chair and a cello in the corner that I had always wanted to get around to learning how to play.
I would have "colleagues" and we would discuss importantia.
I would be fluent in Greek and Latin...
Now I'm just glad that my basement ceiling is high enough so that I can walk upright there.
Now, no matter what I read it seems like I've read it before.
Now, I've taken more books to Half-Price than are dreamed of in your philosophies.