My Son Always Says I

What's That Sticky Stuff Called? Basta: Duct Tape. Yes, Duct Tape. I Love Duct Tape.

The World Was A Terrible Place, Cruel, Pitiless, Dark As A Bad Dream. Not A Good Place To Live. Only In Books Could You Find Pity, Comfort, Happiness - And Love. Books Loved Anyone Who Opened Them, They Gave You Security And Friendship And Didn't Ask Anything In Return; They Never Went Away, Never, Not Even When You Treated Them Badly.

The Truth's Not Pretty Of Course. No One Likes To Look It In The Face.

A Library Book, I Imagine, Is A Happy Book.

Didn't Books Say That Too: That There Is Always Price To Pay For Happiness?