What waits me on the shelves? I cannot guess,
But feel the sure foreboding; there will cry
A voice of human laughter and distress.
A voice no one needs as much as I.
For always where old books are sold and bought
there comes that twinge of dreadful subtlety-
These were actual, and they were thought
By someone who was once alive, like me.
One reply on “In a Second-Hand Bookshop by Christopher Morley”
>Ooooh, I like.
You know, I may end up sounding like a freak, but I actually have a folder, with all of the quotes I ran into while reading your blog.
Stalking you much 😛