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Lubbock, Sir John, 1834-1913

"The Pleasures of Life"



And yet too often they wait in vain. One reason for this is, I think, that
people are overwhelmed by the crowd of books offered to them.
In old days books were rare and dear. Now on the contrary, it may be said
with greater truth than ever that
"Words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."
Our ancestors had a difficulty in procuring them. Our difficulty now is
what to select. We must be careful what we read, and not, like the sailors
of Ulysses, take bags of wind for sacks of treasure--not only lest we
should even now fall into the error of the Greeks, and suppose that
language and definitions can be instruments of investigation as well as of
thought, but lest, as too often happens, we should waste time over trash.
There are many books to which one may apply, in the sarcastic sense, the
ambiguous remark said to have been made to an unfortunate author, "I will
lose no time in reading your book.


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