When You Handle Books All

Festina Lente (hurry In Slowly)

It's Funny; In This Era Of E-mail And Voice Mail And All Those Things That Even I Did Not Grow Up With, A Plain Old Paper Letter Takes On Amazing Intimacy.

I Love To Cook And I've Cooked A Lot Of Bulgarian Food Over The Years.

In Those Days, I Still Thoroughly Enjoyed The Romance I Called "by Myself"; I Didn't Know Yet How It Gets Lonely, Picks Up A Sharp Edge Later On That Ruins A Day Now And Then-- Ruins More Than That, If You're Not Careful.

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