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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.
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I used to dream of being a librarian (I'm still a little salty that I didn't go that route), but I never dreamed of having important conversations about books. I just wanted people to leave me alone so I could read them!
Curiously, even though most books do seem formulaic I don't seem to mind. That could be my age though - everything's new to me now!
books touch common ground of human experiences,
well done, beautiful finishing line.
books touch common ground of human experiences,
well done, beautiful finishing line.
I too shared that dream, having a room dedicated to books... walls and walls covered in their glory.
My walls are covered with books.
You have seen them, and the
words flow quickly from them
since they have all been made
into movies.
I have just joined a book club ... hoping we all have something relevant to discuss next week ..
I love the last line. Fantastic poem. My Magpie: http://verseinanutshell.wordpress.com/2011/05/16/open-book/
This is a rare delight. Enjoyed reading your work.
Hallo, Doug!
Actually, you do have a room with bookcases soooo high that on needs a ladder to reach the top shelf; at least I would need a ladder for this.
Hope you can find the books you want at the Library or through sources like amazon or abesbooks.com
Tschüß,
Anonomann
I'm picturing Henry Higgins here. I've hauled off my fair share to Half-Price, too, but only to make room for new ones.
I used to dream of having a room like that too...
Anna :o]
Well done again, Lane. Drily funny and tongue-in-cheek.
I think it just proves you can have too much of a good thing...
Picture perfect, Lane! Oh, oh, oh . . all our dreams that come to nought!
I used to play at libraries when I was a kid. Love the last sentence. You never take the ones you love to Half-Price though. I often wish I'd kept a record of everything I've read. Lovely Magpie.
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