There's a lot on here about reading and its signalled virtues. About libraries and their value. For my family, it sat at the end of the street. Someone's gift. An open door. We were a bit too lowly for these affectations that now gild literacy in an age of clicks. That open door was gift enough.
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On Carnegie, curiosity, and who really owns your attention
And 14 years since I followed her example and did the same! :-)
Stephen McGann
Ernst Röhm, distracted by sight of a face-eating leopard approaching. 1933.
Teachable moment to media fetishists of Ein Britisher Volk: 'One of us' is a goalpost on castors to them. If you don't know who the next 'foreigner' will be, then it's you.
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One of the smaller consolations of age is knowing which columnists to avoid reading, on account of the time spent being proportionately more valuable and irrecoverable.
