"I was young, filthy and clueless, living alone in a big city for the first time, and the library made me welcome. I think of it with love."
I love this whole piece. But these two sentences are just perfect.
The city is reverberating, still.
Hoping for more of that principled courage.
Plus, the whale.
Wishing you the things you need on such a hard, hard morning in such a hard, hard week.
Was any book ever so good in such a way?
God keep me from ever
Thank you, and oh to you too.