'Love and solitary thought can both do the work of insight and transformation. Both can bring a sense of the sweet and dangerous strangeness of other people - even, or especially, within the world of ordinary routine.' Brenda Walker
And from the Preface:
'When I was a child my family knew a man with so many books they seemed to push his bed into a corner. They lined the walls from floor to ceiling, and more lay horizontally on those already shelved. Their spines were brushstrokes of ochre and faded orange, violet, red and black. There were even fat chimneys of books rising in the centre of his room.'
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