Sunday, August 14, 2011

The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading.
Edith Wharton


Nan said...

This is really wonderful. I like that 'with your wits about you' - perfect.

Trish said...

Yes, so true. I also like the notion of reading as 'luxurious surrender'.