10.15.2007

Priceless Harvest

"Late at night, when the fire is glowing, I open a book, any book, and read. "It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining" - from Samuel Beckett's Molloy. I think what a priceless harvest great literature is."

Edna O'Brien

Indeed.

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