|With the words of A.C.Doyle|
I care not how humble your bookshelf may be,
nor how lowly the room which it adorns.
Close the door of that room behind you, shut
off with it all the cares of the outer world,
plunge back into the soothing company of the
great dead, and then you are through the
magic portal into that fair land whither worry
and vexation can follow you no more.
You have left all that is vulgar and all that
is sordid behind you. There stand your noble,
silent comrades, waiting in their ranks.
Pass your eye down their files. Choose your man.
And then you have but to hold up your hand to
him and away you go together into dreamland.
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