For The First Time, I

For The First Time, I Had Been Struck By The Excitement Of The Traveler Who Looks History In Her Subtle Face.

These Atheist Cultures Were Certainly Diligent In Preserving The Relics Of Their Saints.

He Brought His Great Hand To Rest On An Early Edition Of Bram Stoker's Novel And Smiled, But Said Nothing. Then He Moved Quietly Away Into Another Section.

And How Could Anyone Consent To Give Up The Smell Of Open Books, Old Or New?

Never Before Had I Known The Sudden Quiver Of Understanding That Travels From Word To Brain To Heart, The Way A New Language Can Move, Coil, Swim Into Life Under The Eyes, The Almost Savage Leap Of Comprehension, The Instantaneous, Joyful Release Of Meaning, The Way The Words Shed Their Printed Bodies In A Flash Of Heat And Light.