Celebrating the timeless magic of books: Why classical literature endures
Open the pages and you’re gone, transported to the writer’s exact state of mind
Open the pages and you’re gone, transported to the writer’s exact state of mind
We ought to read them; we want to; we will. Next summer, or winter, when time indoors lends a circumstantial hand. Or next year. And so the pile grows, to be added to deathbed regrets