Wednesday, December 7, 2011

In anything fit to be called by the name of reading, the process itself should be absorbing and voluptuous; we should gloat over a book, be rapt clean out of ourselves, and rise from the perusal, our mind filled with the busiest, kaleidoscopic dance of images, incapable of sleep or of continuous thought. The words, if the book be eloquent, should run thence-forward in our ears like the noise of breakers, and the story, if it be a story, repeat itself in a thousand coloured pictures to the eye.
~Robert Louis Stevenson

2 comments:

K R Weinert said...

Lovely!

laughingwolf said...

bobby baby had a way with words... even better than shakespeare... but then, robinson was a canny scot! ;) lol