Have You An Unexpurgated Copy

I'd Like A Stocking Made For A Giant, And A Meeting House Full Of Toys, Then I'd Go Out In A Happy Hunt For The Poor Little Girls And Boys; Up The Street And Down The Street, And Across And Over The Town, I'd Search And Find Them Everyone, Before The Sun Went Down.

No Book Can Be Appreciated Until It Has Been Slept With And Dreamed Over.

Not So, However, With Books, For Books Cannot Change. A Thousand Years Hence They Are What You Find Them To-day, Speaking The Same Words, Holding Forth The Same Cheer, The Same Promise, The Same Comfort; Always Constant, Laughing With Those Who Laugh And Weeping With Those Who Weep.

But He Who Truly Loves Books Loves All Books Alike, And Not Only This, But It Grieves Him That All Other Men Do Not Share With Him This Noble Passion. Verily, This Is The Most Unselfish Of Loves!

Father Calls Me William, Sister Calls Me Will, Mother Calls Me Willie, But The Fellows Call Me Bill!.