Saturday, January 7, 2012

And the books that came into the house, some of them secretly - well, Samuel rode lightly on top of a book and he balanced happily among ideas the way a man rides white rapids in a canoe. But Tom got into a book, crawled and groveled between the covers, tunneled like a mole among the thoughts, and came up with the book all over his face and hands.
~John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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