...whwre e e you could simply stand in duaty s shadts d d f f of light and gaze around you in wonder. and in the very back room, where all the poetry books ever written in the world are secreted away, you can stand by the sash window and soak in all humanity, all loves, all joys and sorrows, all the brilli- ance and wit, the beauty and magic that our kind is capable of recording, in expressing in marks upon a page, for every age to enjo