Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been; hear voices not once heard before, reach world on world through door on door; find unexpected keys to things locked up beyond imaginings. What might you be, perhaps become, because one book is somewhere? Some wise delver into wisdom, wit, and wherewithal has written it. True books will venture, dare you out, whisper secrets, maybe shout across the gloom to you in need, who hanker for a book to read.
A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul. - David Mccord
A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul.
- David Mccord
Metaphorically these essays move as a quiet but observant coast-guard cutter among the rocks and islands up and down the littoral of our life. - David Mccord
Metaphorically these essays move as a quiet but observant coast-guard cutter among the rocks and islands up and down the littoral of our life.
The high-ceilinged rooms, the little balconies, alcoves, nooks and angles all suggest sanctuary, escape, creature comfort. The reader, the scholar, t… - David Mccord
The high-ceilinged rooms, the little balconies, alcoves, nooks and angles all suggest sanctuary, escape, creature comfort. The reader, the scholar, t…
Your life will be rich for others only as it is rich for you. - David Mccord
Your life will be rich for others only as it is rich for you.
The decent docent doesn't doze; He teaches standing on his toes. His students dassn't doze and does, And that's what teaching is and was. - David Mccord
The decent docent doesn't doze; He teaches standing on his toes. His students dassn't doze and does, And that's what teaching is and was.
Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been; hear voices not once heard before, reach world on world through door on door; find u… - David Mccord
Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been; hear voices not once heard before, reach world on world through door on door; find u…
A handful of sand is an anthology of the universe. - David Mccord
A handful of sand is an anthology of the universe.
March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire. - David Mccord
March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire.
The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens. - David Mccord
The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens.
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