![]() The Warden is the first of the much loved Chronicles of Barset, first published in 1855. Obviously this is more about the gold and green 1902 volume next to me than the story inside. I imagined them laughing maniacally: Bwahaha! Finally! Tall people will need us! I wondered what perverse person put them there. Rows of little books running along the wooden floor of the bookshop like a literary baseboard. ![]() ![]() Little books that fit under my pillow at night. "Yes, I see wonderful things." Little books. I was Carter making the tiny breach into Tutankhamun's tomb. It was low and I am short and - on hands and knees - I still had to bend down to see. ![]() Have it, read it, not interested… I made my way down the row that way and swung round to continue on the shelf behind me. Anyway, there I was kneeling in the art books, pulling them out and pushing them back. Libraries are quiet because they must be. There is tranquility in a second-hand bookshop. ![]()
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