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Books books books

Every once in a while I am struck again by how totally great it is that there are endless piles of books that I haven't read yet. Great books, riveting books, illuminating books, books on subjects I'm amazed someone took the time to think through.

I once understood mortality to mean that life wasn't long enough for me to ever read Ivanhoe. This big revelation came after several attempts, in which I never got past page 30. Then one day I tried again & raced through.

So now I guess mortality will arrive when I run out of books I have to read. Which is never.
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