Any Ordinary Man Can...surround Himself With Two

A Poet's Soul Must Contain The Perfect Shape Of All Things Good, Wise And Just. His Body Must Be Spotless And Without Blemish, His Life Pure, His Thoughts High, His Studies Intense.

A Conventional Good Read Is Usually A Bad Read, A Relaxing Bath In What We Know Already. A True Good Read Is Surely An Act Of Innovative Creation In Which We, The Readers, Become Conspirators.

Is This True Or Only Clever?

Given Pounds And Five Years, And An Ordinary Man Can In The Ordinary Course, Without Any Undue Haste Or Putting Any Pressure Upon His Taste, Surround Himself With Books, All In His Own Language, And Thence Forward Have At Least One Place In The World.

Libraries Are Not Made, They Grow.