Some of these antique books came from my grandmother, including my Aunt Pat's college English book. Another English major! In this mix is a well worn copy of LEAVES OF GRASS by Walt Whitman. The thick, burgundy volume was the textbook for a British Romantic Literature class--one of my favorites of all my university courses.
Today--23 April--marks the traditional birthday of William Shakespeare, one of the finest writers of the Renaissance or any other era.
"BOOKS: A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore and explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It if one of the few sources of information left that is served up without the silent black noise of a headline, the doomy hullabaloo of a commercial. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy."
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No clue about the author of the quote above, but I found it years ago while on assignment, rummaging through the archives at one of the old Spanish missions in Southern California. I think it was at Mission San Fernando, and the quote was in a very old book and accompanied by a rustic woodcut print of a Renaissance man reading. Blogs are one thing; books, another. Please keep cracking those spines.