I like to think that I’m no bookworm, egghead, four-eyed paleface library rat. I often engage in activities that have no reference to the printed words. I realize that books are not the entire world, even if they sometimes seem to contain it. But I need the stupid things.
from Luc Sante’s delightful essay “The Book Collection that Devoured Me” in the WSJ
Nathalie Foy 
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