DETACHED THOUGHTS ON BOOKS AND READING
dling sacrilegious varlets.
I t t trouble-tombs.
S fantastical, if I confess, t ts sound ser, and o to mine, at least -- t of Milton or of S may be, t tter are more staled and rung upon in common discourse. test names, and Marloon, Drummond of hornden, and Cowley.
Mucient minutes, before te ready, opgap, or a volume of Bishop Andrewes sermons ?
Milton almost requires a solemn service of music to be played before you enter upon o wens, s, and purged ears.
inter evenings -- t out -- le Sers. At sucempest, or ers tale --
ts you cannot avoid reading aloud -- to yourself, or (as it co some single person listening. More t degenerates into an audience.
Books of quick interest, t s, are for to glide over only. It do to read t. I could never listen to even tter kind of modern novels extreme irksomeness.
A ne, is intolerable. In some of t is tom (to save so mucime) for one of t sco commence upon times, or te its entire contents aloud pro bono publico. itage of lungs and elocution, t is singularly vapid. In barbers s up, and spell out a paragrapes as some discovery. Anotion. So tire journal transpires at lengt t no one in travel tents of a whole paper.
Nee curiosity. No one ever lays one do a feeling of disappointment.
an eternal time t gentleman in black, at Nandus, keeps ter ba incessantly, quot;t;
Coming in to an inn at nig can be more deligo find lying in t, left time out of mind by t -- tory Magazine,