Jun. 22nd, 2014 at 1:59 PM
Oh, yes. This library is more than adequate.
There are unfamiliar names, the urge to read is strong. It's dreadful that I can't even lift the cover.
[He open a book, Lord Byron's She Walks in Beauty lies before him. His reads the first stanza aloud.]
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
There are unfamiliar names, the urge to read is strong. It's dreadful that I can't even lift the cover.
[He open a book, Lord Byron's She Walks in Beauty lies before him. His reads the first stanza aloud.]
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.